Мы гадали на любовь на ромашках и мне выпал самый прибацаный

Just a reminder ˚.⁺⊹

You are valuable. You are important. You are needed. You are loved.

The world is not a better place without you. No one is better off without you, even if sometimes it feels that way.

There is a person in this world who admires you. There is a person who thinks you are beautiful. There is a person who thinks you are interesting. There is a person who thinks you are perfect. There is a person who adores your smile. There is a person you saved without even knowing it. There is a person who is in love with you.

You do enough. You try hard enough. Even if sometimes it feels like you don't.

*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*･｡ﾟ☆*･

I am proud of you and I am glad you are still in this world. Take care of yourself ♡

It's like gray blue or something.

(What color is associated with 2024 + 4 photos with this color)

Благодарю за отметку в эстафете @daaryya 💚

С каким цветом ассоциируется у вас 2024? И найти 4 картинки с этим цветом в Pinterest. @hwanghyeon-ni

Выбираю зелённые оттенки).

Передаю @cellath-imarv @zeun123 @snow-russiandoll @snakefromthewarehouse @ryefoxfire и всем остальным по желанию ✨🫂

I like to imagine my city as post-apocalyptic.

People often assume that all autistic people are the same, that we all think and act alike.

But honestly? Neurodivergent (and maybe even neurotypical) people are like soups.

There's soup with mushrooms. There's a soup with meat. There's a soup with cheese.

Even two soups with meat can be different one has more salt, the other more potatoes - and that already makes them unique.

But all of them are still soups. Different, unique, but still sharing something in common. I don't know if this makes sense, but this is exactly how it feels in my head

I'm wondering if she might look bad in a photo.

@parksaya

My friend tell me about her classmate saw me in the video and was like: «Holy shit, what a cute boy, can you give me his number?»

It was like a month ago, but still makes me a bit happier

Ahahahaah, today in our chemistry lesson something didn’t go according to plan and some thing EXPLODED, and then sparks flew onto the table and the papers on it BURNED OH MY GOD

Me: "Mom, theoretically, would you love me if I were a guy?"

Mom: "No."

I'm really glad that I'm not in 9th or 11th grade, so I don't have to take exams, so I can think about the holidays. (which I will most likely spend at home, because my only friend is going to a camp in another country)