hiiii :)

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.

All my haters become aligators when I activate my gatorinator.

you laugh now, but when my gatorinator is ready, it's all over

Having taken stock of the situation, it's not as bad as I originally thought. It's not like these crocodilians are an urgent problem, much less a representation of my own mortality. There's no ticking clock here.

Posts that have 100k gators to me.

Actually there are only 5 gators in my post, but it is an understandable mistake.

friendship addicts will be like “i just need one more hit of your infectious laughter and zest for life”

the phm book rules because if youre paying attention rocky is just oozing ptsd at every turn (slaps the top of his carapace) this bad rock can fit so much trauma in him

i love adhd. i have a lot to do at work today. i take my meds. i open the word document. i immediately misspell “benzodiazepines.” i go on tumblr to post “benzodiazepenis….” for the mutualés. and then it’s 45 minutes later and ive caught up on tumblr and checked the weather and read a fic and texted an ex and ordered new pens and looked up a recipe for chicken pot pie and posted about adhd and done zero work.

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved