"I got that dog in me"

The dog in question:

In hindsight being a “gifted kid” is so funny. You have substantial difficulties with socializing and fine motor skills but we’re going to ignore that because you’re really good at reading chapter books

Two seemingly contradictory beliefs that we actually must strive to hold simultaneously:

You don't need to be a doormat, but also don't get comfortable slamming the door when you have the resources to extend a hand instead.

these hips don't lie but the truths they tell are strange and disquieting

"In the same way that your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't." -- Brennan Lee Mulligan, D20, Fantasy High

i do have to say people should probably take any of my posts about gender and feminism with a grain of salt because i am not and have never been a woman. or a man. i came out as nonbinary at like fifteen dawg i skipped straight from child to Ugly Genderless Thing. there are a lot of gendered experiences and safety concerns that are kinda alien to me so im sorry if i ever put my foot in my mouth. but you have to understand. the Ugly Genderless Thing debuff.....

possession horror where the thing possessing the autistic character causes them to behave in a more neurotypical way. autistic possession horror where the thing inside you is easier to communicate with than you are, the thing inside you doesn’t have a flat affect, the thing inside you doesn’t let your body stim, the thing inside you is how you were told to behave and you can only do it when you are no longer you. autistic possession horror where you will never forget that everyone liked it better than you before they found out something was controlling you. autistic possession horror where they know what’s inside you isn’t you and debate whether it would be easier for everyone to leave you like this anyway. you agree. reblog.

writer brain is like “what if this story was a metaphor for grief”

no babes what if this story was finished first

What if the real grief was the writing we didn't do along the way

The lion does not concern itself with the bank account balance when a little treat is calling

the beauty of the world is that there are people out there having basically indistiguishable gender and sexuality experiences and one has several microlabels and an army of pride flags, one says "idk i guess im nonbinary or something" and the other is comfortably cis with a little flexibility. and all of them are correct because your identity is whatever you make of it.

Superman really said love and kindness are punk rock, seeing beauty in everyone and everything is punk rock, being imperfect and human is punk rock, and he is right.

“we hate ai! which is why we are going to use a made up slur that is invoking the n word hard r instead of talking about the environmental racism ai companies are participating in that primarily hurts black communities, you dont get it i haveeee to say a word that sounds exactly like the n word to show im anti ai, im totally fighting against ai by making the brown people around me feel uncomfortable when i shout wireback on twitter!”

another small addition

last truth tea

“This is what they took from you” and it’s a blonde family cooking barbecue in the suburbs? Brother you are racist and fascist over hot dogs? You know you can still do that. Also if you befriend other ethnicities, they will bring cool other food to the potluck. Stupid ass

I love reading YouTube and TikTok comments because yeah, most of the time they’re asinine but sometimes people are just typing into the void, little windows into their worlds, little bits of things that form a picture. Sometimes that picture is grim, sometimes it is beautiful but it is worth reading. To me.

The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that you’re a bad kid. And you don’t know how to stop being a bad kid. But you’re pedantic, you hate hugs, you’d rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you can’t even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when you’re there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. You’re wrong. There is something wrong with you and you can’t identify it or fix it. You can’t begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.

the autistic experience of there just being something like inherently off with you, and everyone else can sense it but they could never exactly tell you what it is

i like to think that my permanent eye bags and general worn-down look give me a certain cuteness