observing popcorn
It’s not autism acceptance if you need to hear that it is autism in order to accept it.
Took me a minute to process what this says. But yes this, very much.
If something needs to be called The Right Word in order to tick your Internal Tolerance Box then it’s not acceptance it’s lip service.
trying to have the same mindset as “just cut your hair, it’ll grow back” when making decisions. they’re not all make or break.
but if I don't order the correct sandwich at this coffee shop my life will be destroyed
buy every sandwich just in case
Being a wingman for women is like “what do you think of that one over there? Not your type? Okay no worries.”
And being a wingman for men is like “I HAVE A SHORT KING FOR THE TAKING ON AISLE TWELVE. HE IS HOUSETRAINED AND OWNS A CAT.”
instead of asking myself whether the outcome of a decision is good or bad for my future, i have resorted to choosing the option that is most likely to result in shenanigans. while this inevitably leads to a lot of situations and such, it replaces the feeling of enduring the consequences of your actions with a commitment to the bit, which is a much funnier emotion to have. also, it's hilarious
Me: Why would Charlotte's Web make me emotional? It's just a children's story about a pig and a spider.
E. B. White: "No one was with her when she died."
Me:
“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”
“You have been my friend."
Buying food for someone younger than you: you are safe now my sweet child
Buying food for someone older than you: what ho, m’lord, a gracious offering from your most humble vassal
There’s a lot of people I feel inextricably bound to, with or without reason. I think soulmates are plentiful gifts, and not exclusively romantic.
Getting mistaken for dating my friend and it's like "oh lol that's because our souls are intertwined in this life and the next, easy mistake to make."
i love when random tumblr users find my blog and go through it liking and reblogging everything in a frenzy, it feels like i’ve been cultivating a nice backyard with a lovely birdbath and feeder and i’ve glanced out the window to see a bird going absolutely wild with it
So they’ve recently found a Stone Age skeleton showing signs of a healed amputation, the oldest amputation on the human record. Partly, it suggests ancient humans knew more about concepts like infection and blood loss than we may give them credit for. And I’ll always advocate that we’re more clever than we give ourselves credit for.
But it’s also more proof of just how much we care about each other. Can you imagine the how much love that person had, to survive such a thing in those conditions? Love that sustained them for several years after the amputation? I can’t think of anything more powerfully human than that
Can’t ever explain to people that don’t do theater the desire to play a couple with your friend. Like no I’m not interested in them romantically but the vibes are going to be stellar.
“Also when you play enemies” THAT TOO
My closest theater friend is a man with a similar typecast to mine. We’ve heard we should play Mr. and Mdm. Thenardier and also Rooster and Lily St. Regis.
Our typecast is apparently a combined villain/comic relief
Can’t ever explain to people that don’t do theater the desire to play a couple with your friend. Like no I’m not interested in them romantically but the vibes are going to be stellar.
“Also when you play enemies” THAT TOO
My closest theater friend is a man with a similar typecast to mine. We’ve heard we should play Mr. and Mdm. Thenardier and also Rooster and Lily St. Regis.
Can’t ever explain to people that don’t do theater the desire to play a couple with your friend. Like no I’m not interested in them romantically but the vibes are going to be stellar.
“Also when you play enemies” THAT TOO
Can’t ever explain to people that don’t do theater the desire to play a couple with your friend. Like no I’m not interested in them romantically but the vibes are going to be stellar.






