Tell me you’re autistic without telling me you’re autistic. I’ll go first.
Once in high school I decided to write down all the markiplier egos I could remember off the top of the head along side all the drag queens that had been on rupauls drag race I could remember to in season order.
I cry every time I have to park in a parking garage despite driving a Fiat (tiny) (can park on a playing card) and have missed more than one event bc I got there and found out I had to.
I can only listen to music on my car radio with the volume set to an odd number.

























