have a nice day 🌱

i am not a psychiatrist but i do find it really weird how autism checklists are so often focused on "outward" signs of autism rather than what is going on internally. i don't know how to explain it but "do you make eye contact with other people" feels like a much less relevant question than "how does it feel when you have to make eye contact with other people?"

my beautiful wife, severe thunderstorm warning, is texting me 😌😚😍😍

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

i like it when people compliment me. i like it... when people like me. (looks around to make sure nobody is about to shoot me)

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

You should be immediately suspicious of anyone who tries to convince you to hate other trans people.

constantly trying to see the inherent good in people is a humiliation ritual that i continue to willingly participate in

*packing my suitcase for a 3 day trip* hm, but what if I need my terracotta warriors..

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning