Fidel.

fixed a problem at work that i vaguely saw a manager fix once and i did it faster which means that i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin

in my latest foray into quiz-making i found a house. a manor, really. it's all rotted and full of cobwebs but there's something about it... idk. i think my eyes might be playing tricks. you could take a tour if you don't mind descending into madness with me

thank you so much @shilohta they look like they'd come out of the woods to bend gracefully to a salt lick

yes i am living with autism. autism is my friend. i build a house with hir. i feed hir from my garden, which is also autism. i hold hir close at night, just the way i want to be held. sie is more than a comrade to me. sie is my lover, sie is my friend, sie is my maker and making. sie grows me every day. i grow hir. i grow hir big and strong in me. i build us bigger everyday. i give us soft hands and sharp teeth. i live with my autism. i will always live with my autism. because my autism is me, and our project is loving.

bc it’s impossible to see other reblog conversations anymore (still infuriating btw), i can’t tell if the OP ever shared the brand for these but i hope they did / do!!!1

According to my mom Sorel can’t really be trusted anymore. I think she still hasn’t brought herself to throw out her old Sorel boots just in case the right cobbler can bring them back, but her replacements are from somewhere else.

No more little breaths in and out. One really deep breath per day; 12 hour inhale, 12 hour exhale. During the brief stillness in between I'll survey the day, future and past, as from a high summit, hours stretched out in all directions.