Truly Some People Have No Genre Savviness Whatsoever. A Girl Came Back From The Dead The Other Day And

I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.

Ernest Hemingway // Unknown

When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.

“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

“When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.”

— Jodi Picoult

constantly switching between being horny as fuck and not feeling anything at all

Odysseus Elytis, from Maria Nephele (trans. from the Greek by Athan Anagnostopoulos)

[Text ID: Hello grief / Good morning grief / you've settled permanently within us]

2021년 1월 29일 금요일, 20시 12분의 달. 오늘은 달의 99%가 차있는 날이고, 월령은 16.3입니다. #moon #sometimesmoon

오늘도 달이 아주 밝습니다. 그런데 날씨도 여전히 춥네요. 따뜻한 밤 보내세요. https://www.instagram.com/p/CKoJ9F6J1aJ/?igshid=1wnk3fjbkmxc5

i think a lot of things that make me nauseous are due to undiagnosed neurospiciness and many of them have caused actual meltdowns I've violently repressed or hidden from others in an effort not to seem dramatic because i realize that my sudden "i can only eat plain white bread" or "i can only listen to this one song for 8 hours" or " i can only wear this shirt and these pants and that one pair of socks and that pair of shoes and there is one hair clip and only one that is allowed because it's the only one that keeps my hair up without being heavy or pulling it too hard" are not what most people experience, and the crazy thing is that i could go on forever about all these things. And then i tell other people and they say things like "i also have a favorite hair clip/outfit" like no you don't understand, i don't just prefer it, it's that or i will throw up, cry and pass away all at the same time because the texture of the fabric and the fit of the shirt against my skin and the color of it are familir and i know that I'm comfortable in it and it cannot be replaced and I've been spending months trying to psychologically prepair for the fact that i have to find a replacement and gathering all the energy required to go to stores and find one that could work (which is a lot of energy) because this one has holes in it and i will inevitably have to replace it and i don't want to not be prepared because what if it brakes at a bad time and then I'm imbarassed and it's a nightmare

anyway how's ur day going ahah