horrormonger

This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.

Craving attention but like high quality attention like vip attention

let the contemporary record show mr beast was pretty ignorable for his whole career if you were just like, busy.

you didn't even need to be busy tbh

French Quarter in New Orleans, Louisiana.

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

everytime i see like. tumblr queers or people like that in real life and they always talk about "haha im so autistic" i think about my little brother who will probably never be able to drive a car and who has felt separated from his peers in school for his whole life. or i think about my uncle brock who cant speak and can only make noises and bang his hands together in a sensory seeking way. i think about my clients some of whom live in their own filfth and just need someone to help them . i think we've watered down autism too much and i know its a spectrum and i know a lot of people do have it but then you hear other people go like "why would you complain about having autism its a superpower!" and i think oh so youre the worst ever.

The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?