one of life's greatest joys is getting an autistic baddie to talk about that shit that cooks in the back of her head at all times.
too many of you on here are like "get her to talk about her special interest and pretend to care/listen for an hour" and i have no respect for you.
Me? I'm sitting down for mf story time, I'm listening intently, I'm asking questions, I'm kicking my feet back n forth, I've got a smile as big and round as the Raisin Bran mascot on my face.




















