i keep knocking drinks off my desk by accident

i’ll spread my wings and i’ll learn how to- oh. oh shit. i didn’t mean to knock that over. i underestimated my wingspan. shit. i’m so sorry

please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever

"a viscous murder" yeah i don't want to know what that could look like

it looks like the Boston Molassacre of 1919

you see a girl typing frantically and you look at his phone and he’s just typing “scared” repeatedly and very quickly

i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone's like oh he's fallen into madness again, he'll be fine later i guess

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

"masking is a privilege not afforded to people with high support needs" and "masking is a source of trauma for many autistic individuals" can and should co exist .

autism feeling when you have a vague sense that people might be treating you weird and you're like They See Me As Something Other and Weird and Not An Equal... they might not know you're autistic specifically but it doesn't matter ....They See Me Like A Child or Perhaps An Animal That Can Talk. amused by my attempts at normalcy and interaction but ultimately dismissive of me as Something Unlike Them

the tumpet. bwaaaa

i love sleeping so good that i awaken feeling like a little clay pot freshly baked in a kiln 

I have no idea what is and isn’t considered common knowledge, so I have a tendency to start stories like “So you know how [hyper-specific niche life event that a handful of people in the world are aware of]” or “Are you familiar with the concept of moving pictures? Sometimes referred to as ‘films’ or ‘movies’?”

your girl calls me things cause i keep getting stranger

i go online to see the little men i like so i can scroll by them n say hi sweetie