I'm still alive!
Anyway, I'm meeting with a psychiatrist today to see about uping my antidepressants from 150 to 200.
I am sorry for the worry and concern I may have caused. I feel a lot of my issues stem from my self-image issues; mainly feeling I'm not doing everything good enough to be worth loving.
However, I am doing what I can to try and improve my thoughts. So, taking deep breaths, listening to my favorite tunes, baking, dancing... these are things I've done today, and I am in a great mood right now. I love you, moots, followers, and anyone who rooted for me to live!
The next time they tell you Americans are “happy” with their employer provided health insurance remember that that “happiness” is fueled by willful ignorance of what the alternatives are really like and fear of losing what little crappy health care they currently have.
Okay. This may sound strange and very odd, but I took a look at this before reading what it was, and the first thing that popped in my head was 'Oh, this is a post about David Bowie', because this looks like something he would have rocked while dressed like Ziggy Stardust.
I tried finding an image of him in something like this because I was certain I saw him in one before.
I didn't find him in a dressing gown. It wasn't even David dressed as Ziggy. It was David Bowie's album cover for 'The Man Who Sold The World'.
Dressing Gown
c. 1840
Litchfield Historical Society
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Guys guys guys gals gals gals
SOMEONE ALREADY BOUGHT MY PAINTING!!!
Yaaaaaaaaaasssssss!!!!!!
husband! satoru who helps you get ready for date night instead of just waiting around or rushing you.
husband! satoru who learnt how to do your hair exactly how you liked, taking care not to pull on it too hard and delicately running his sleek fingers through each strand to place them perfectly.
husband! satoru who couldn't help but admire the way you put on the little lines and colours on your face that you insist makes you more prettier. he thinks you look mesmerising with or without.
husband! satoru who pulls you onto his lap to help you with the remaining touches while telling you how perfect you are over and over and over, until you believe it and then once more.
husband! satoru who has no problem with whichever dress you choose, no matter how revealing because he can fight and will win.
husband! satoru who helps zip up your attire but not without running his hands sensually on your back while whispering sweet nothings and 'i love you's into your ear.
husband! satoru who takes you to see the wonders of the world while he stares in awe at the wonder in his world — you.
Solve Autism? Fuck you, there is nothing wrong with being autistic! Sure, I may not like being autistic all the time, but it is what makes me...well, ME. So yeah, Mr. Musk, go sit on a cactus, step on Legos, and sneeze so hard you shit your pants.
Oh so he’s doing eugenics now
redrew my old fanart
An autistic goof that occasionally posts art ♡ Wolfie 31 She/Her
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