I know we like to talk about as autistic kids who’re geniuses with numbers, or beautiful musicians, or incredible artists. But that’s really not the norm. Autistic kids aren’t all savants. I have an autistic sister, and have worked with people on the spectrum, and most of the time you’ll find that autistic people are just autistic. And they don’t have to make up for it by having a brilliant mind. They don’t have to prove their value by being special in certain areas. They’re valuable because they’re people. Don’t spread the idea that autistic people have to be savants. That’s just perpetuating the idea that impairments are something to be ashamed of
You are valid if you have never had sex.
You are valid if you have had sex.
You are valid if you want sex.
You are valid if you don’t want sex.
You are valid if you want a relationship.
You are valid if you don’t want a relationship.
You are valid if you are single.
You are valid if you are dating someone.
You are valid if you are dating more than one person.
You are valid if you are married.
You are valid if you want kids.
You are valid if you don’t want kids.
You are valid if you have kids.
You are valid if you don’t have kids.
You are valid if you have a disability.
You are valid if you don’t have a disability.
You are valid if you have been abused.
You are valid if you have been assaulted.
You are valid if you’ve been institutionalized.
You are valid if you are religious.
You are valid if you aren’t religious.
You are valid no matter your language.
You are valid no matter your nationality.
You are valid no matter your skin color.
You are valid if you are questioning your identity.
You are valid if you are cisgender.
You are valid if you are transgender.
You are valid if you are non-binary.
You are valid if you are agender.
You are valid if you are gender fluid.
You are valid.
When someone is stabbed, you’re told not to remove the knife. Once it’s removed, everything begins to fall apart. In less than ten minutes, someone could bleed out.
She still isn’t sure which of them stuck the blade in her stomach, but she refuses to pull it out. Instead, she embraces it.
“Do you love me,” she asks, still not facing him, “or do you just hate the idea of losing me?”
It’s silent, and she does not know how to read this situation. If she turned around, she knows the emotion would be clear on his face because he has always been an open book. For her, he will always be an open book.
She doesn’t turn around, though, and she realizes that she doesn’t want to see his face—see the destruction that she’s caused.
He says her name then, and his voice is level; it twists the knife.
He says, “Why do you do this?”
He says, “I’m not losing you. You’re running away.”
And he says, “I love you—god knows that I love everything about you—but we’re falling apart. You’re tearing us apart.“
Finally, she turns around, and she’s not sure what she expected, but it surely was not this. He’s cold, blank, torn apart and carelessly sewn back together. He is covered in her—covered in her heartbreak.
"I need—” He clears his throat, hides any slip of emotion. “I need you to let me go because I don’t have the strength to do it myself.”
And at that moment, she realizes this is no longer a game. All this time she thought she was being selfish with her heart, but this boy—This boy makes her wish things were different; he makes her wish that she was different.
That’s why she sucks in a rattling breath, and that’s why she forces those selfless words past her lips. She swallows the pain and tries to cure the heartbreak when she says, “You should leave."
He winces. He looks like he wants to take back his words. He looks like he wants to stay, and he looks like he wants to cross the room in three steps and pull her into his arms and stop her from slipping away like water between his fingers.
Looks, however, have always been deceiving.
He leaves, and he takes the knife with him.
H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #44
Okay but the new Power Rangers movie was actually amazing?? I did not go into it expecting it to get me so emotionally invested, thought it’d just be nostalgia and goofy, but that shit had plot and cute scenes and was campy and just?? so?? good?? Also can we talk about how amazing the Blue Ranger is?! My boy is the heart of the film and he’s not only a leading black character but he is also an autistic superhero which is huge. And Trini!!! Oh boy, don’t even get me started on my little yellow sunshine ranger. I’m so stoked on her character. Yes she is queer, that’s made clear with a tender exchange around the fire with Zack and the others, but the thing I loved about the movie is that it’s not her ~defining~ characteristic. She is caring and brave and incredibly fierce- that girl is a little spitfire let me tell you, first one to straight up jump up a mountain and fling herself across a canyon like gottdamn- and an amazing, loyal friend and she just so happens to be LGBT (it’s not clear yet if she identifies as exclusively lesbian, bisexual, pansexual etc or forgoes labels all together but fuck yeah). It’s refreshing to see that we can be represented like that… you don’t have to be in a relationship to be gay, you don’t have to have it be something that is tortuous and portrayed as a burden and source of constant conflict to the character. There’s something so nice about normalizing queerness. Yes we exist in all arenas of society, we are everyday people doing everyday things, sometimes we’re single, and sometimes we’re superheroes with a kick ass group of friends. Go go POWER RANGERS!!!!!