Autism And ADHD Gift Guide

i recently had the honour of introducing my friend to the “[blank]er? i hardly know ‘er!” joke by loudly exclaiming “liquor? i hardly know her!!” during a party, causing my friend (never heard the joke before) to laugh so hard she threw up

Another banger from the "we can always tell" crowd 💀

(for those who don't get it: the picture is of MatPat, a cis man)

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

wtf is rain world about all of your posts sound like “omg Stapled Macaroni Resting Upon A Rat is so cute :3” and show fanart of either a guy being held by one of those mechanical cranes or a girl on life support next to a rodent

Lesbian catcher~

I wish i could catch les beans~

I love bugs I love them they're so small and they have so many cool specialized survival niches a ton of them can fly and even more can just casually climb up walls they are tiny little dudes with their own individual powers and abilities and they control through hydraulics which is so. cool plus they are silly and weird and some of them are downright ridiculous and I love them so very much

I don't know. I just don't know

Labels

Why is there so much pressure

to give a name to certain parts of me?

How I feel,

how I love,

what I am.

I don’t know what my feelings are,

I just feel.

I don’t know what kind of love I experience,

I just love.

I don’t know what to call my identity,

I just am.

Some labels may be close,

but don’t feel quite right.

They trap me in a cage of expectations,

what people expect me to be,

because of the label I use.

I don’t need a word to describe myself

to know that I am me.