As an ace this is the only time "you just haven't met the right person yet" has made me laugh lmaoooo
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As an ace this is the only time "you just haven't met the right person yet" has made me laugh lmaoooo

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late night thoughts somehow always end up leading back to you <3
been sort of obsessively combing through articles and websites and resources about top surgery and recovery more and more as I gear up to My Big Day and while I hate to report I may have gotten through most of the scientifically rigorous and reputable sites I am at least, now, stumbling over some of the funnier AI generated slop images i've ever seen in my quest for Patient Information
They missed. 😔
“Cut too high”
“Ah shit”
“Ah shit”
Well, sew em back up boys. This is as good as we’re gonna get
the online identity and gimmick-ifying of autism is so odd. I'm diagnosed with autism and yet I barely identify with any stuff I see about it anymore. It feels like autism is being rebranded as the Silly Guy Disorder that gives you smart and beautiful hyperspecific interests. it's not that I mind silly jokes or being lighthearted about being autistic- but when the entire social movement is based around marketing us this way, I just can't help but feel isolated from it. it feels like I'm not the right kind of autistic. I'm not marketable and digestible to common audiences, and therefore I am discarded by the movement in the name of progress and acceptance. it feels foul.
oooooh someone's got a CRUSH
@mallardisaster me n you :)

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I’ve been stressed and upset so I’m drugging the brothers cocaine and sedative
Something something rainbows and unicorns
Original post by @morallygrayautisticscientist here, this post was so funny I decided to draw it lol.
Panel by panel below:
Hi! You’re incredible. Wanted you to hear it :)
WHATTTT THATS SO SWEET OF YOU OMG
Youuu are even better. You are so smart and motivated and good at writing and i know you need to know it
You will always be too kind to me 😭😭
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
She would, in fact, download a car

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always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote
song of the summer!!
Your 30s aren't too late. Don't let nobody tell you that stupid shit.
Your 40s aren't too late. Don't let nobody tell you that stupid shit.
#as long as you're alive it's literally never too late
How long do y'all think it took for people to forget mammoths? One generation, two, three? They got rarer and rarer, until the clan felled the last one that they would ever kill, and the hunters who were there would, for the rest of their lives, keep telling the story of how they once slayed the most elusive grand beast, that was only seen once a generation. And the youths would listen their descriptions of them, and though the description didn't make much sense - there was nothing else quite alike a mammoth that it could be compared to - they listened and thought that one day, they would encounter a mammoth, too.
They might tell their children and grandchildren of this, how the old hunters would tell them of a spectacular beast that one might see only three times in a lifetime, and perhaps kill just once. It must be true, since the clan still has the tusk of one, but no-one alive has seen one.
Their children and grandchildren would tell their own children only vague tales they used to hear the old folk tell, of grand beasts bigger than horses and bovines, the grandest game of them all, but no-one alive has met someone who has seen one.
i think a big part of the problem is that being [x]ist or [x]phobic or whatever is treated as something you intrinsically are rather than something that describes your actions/beliefs. when you are able to shift your mindset from "i'm being accused of being transphobic/racist/etc, im a terrible person" to "this action is transphobic/racist/etc, so i should stop doing that" its much easier to take that kind of criticism and change your behavior accordingly.
You Know Who You Are

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it's so wild when your parent changes when you become an adult. my dad is very cordial and non confrontational - he regularly helps me with adult stuff like changing the oil or providing insurance tips. he's always smiling when i call him on video and providing jokes when i complain about college
when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.
like oh, this is just who you are when you have power over someone, and this is who you are when you dont have power over someone. no wonder you can have a normal life, friends, work while scaring the shit out of your kids and wife. i see it now. i see why no one would have believed me. that, i think, is one of the core fears of trauma - seeing the outside of it from the perspective of other adults that brushed you aside, and understanding. of course, that understanding gives the opposite of solace; it just gives you more grief with nowhere for it to go