Why

Was looking at my face in the mirror after getting a haircut that is similar to my mother's and I was like "Wow I look like my mom. . . And you know I see some of my dad in there too." Like no 😱 You don't say?????

I will point out the most obvious things like it’s a novelty.

"Wow, Dad, Uncle looks so much like you!"

"That’s because he's my brother."

"Yeah. And he LOOKS it."

Or

"Wow, *voice actor* really sounds like *character*!"

"He voices him."

"Yeah, and he sounds like him too! :)"

Imagine your f/o singing the last song that you listened to

I finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo at one this morning, and wow, what a ride. That money was well spent. I will have to bide my time before I can go raid another bookstore.

My jaw sounds like rice krispies every time I open my mouth, but only on the left.

I cried today at work.

There was a girl who was kind of a new coworker, and I complimented her voice. She was shocked, and thanked me profusely, and told me that she is very insecure about her voice and that it meant a lot to her that I liked it. She said that just yesterday she had been feeling down because of how much she disliked it.

I didn’t cry a lot, but my eyes got watery and a few tears leaked out. I was devastated that she didn’t like her own voice, because I adored it so much and it hurt that she didn’t see the beauty in it. But mostly I cried because of how sincerely she thanked me, and it felt so good to be able to lift her spirits at least a little bit. As I walked away and continued my work, it dawned on me for the first time in my life that perhaps I really am useful, and that I am a good person.

If all I have accomplished by the end of my life is complimenting her, then her reaction alone makes my life worth it.

Me: (does something)

Someone: (jokingly) What’s wrong with you?

Me, unable to understand the odd and bitter feeling I suddenly have: (jokingly) Everything.

Me, later that night, out loud, to myself: I’m autistic and was raised to hate myself for it, thanks for asking.

How NaNoWriMo started: *a good balance between action and dialogue, exposition done in a natural way*

How it’s going: *all dialogue with the occasional nod or smile, run-on sentences, exposition spoon-fed to the audience*

I’m trying to write a character that has a crush on their friend, but writing about someone having a crush is just so. . . cringey. It comes off insincere and shallow, and I just keep sitting here like “my friends are spending time on this?” Maybe it’s just because I don’t know how it feels, but this is just so awkward and I hate it.

SCREW THE HATERS

I LOVE MYSELF

I LOVE THAT I PHYSICALLY REACT TO MY THOUGHTS BY IMMEDIATELY HIDING MY FACE AND I LOVE THAT I SHIP MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND I LOVE HOW EXCITED I GET OVER MY FANDOMS AND I LOVE HOW MUCH I TALK AND I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO ALSO LOVES THAT ABOUT ME

"The day before there were another 23 victims. He's killing one off, every hour on the hour."

Okay but time is a social construct. Time is relative. How does the Death Note know what time it is? Which clock is it going off of? If I take it into a spaceship, fly off into another sphere of gravity, and ask for the death to occur at 6, is it going off the spaceship's time or Earth's time? How does it know???