I Love This So Much, They Are All So Pretty 🩷

I was a low verbal autistic kid that used plushies to communicate with people, and boy howdy did teachers/adults in general not like that past a certain age. Jokes on u fukkos, cool people absolutely adore seeing plushies just hangin out

Me, right after I get a new diagnosis: HA, I knew it! All those crappy doctors who told me I was faking it were WRONG! This is great news!

Me, several hours later when the news actually hits me: *sobs alone in my room*

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

can i call you back im doing something weird

I want to be a writer; to translate my pain into flowery words. I want to be a writer—a good one, able to bloom petals in her wounds.

Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West

fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.

[text id: the design of this universe is so damned, // i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.]

— May 24, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

I don’t know if it’s my autism that makes me this way or what, but I have been having a strong feeling of injustice lately. My brain won’t stop thinking about how the world treats certain people as lower than most just because of their disabilities, sexuality, race, economic standpoint, and much more. I can’t get over how unfair it is. I know that’s how life is just going to be especially in the world we live in today, but I wish I could do something about it. I just want everyone to be treated fairly and seen as a human being, not some creature that is lower than anyone else. I’m so sorry to everyone who faces this discrimination and please know that there are people who are here for you. I’ll always be there to support you as well. You are loved and cared for beyond your wildest imagination. Also, I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense, I struggle with communication but I’m trying.

When I have a migraine...

I will irrationally hate anyone and anything that makes noise. 

I don’t make the rules, I just gotta hate.