not necessarily but I do have an intense aversion to other people using dishes that are mine and claimed by me
like what if they don't wash them right/break them/misplace them
then I eye them suspiciously and get upset whenever i see someone use them because ive asked them not to
'house' dishes are fair game tho like they're everyone's so I know they aren't gonna be misused/Im not attatched to them
on the flip side of this if I am using other people's dishes I clean them super well and dry them and try not to use very many because like,,, those are theirs. their thing. i would hate to disrespect their thing because if someone disrepected mine id get super upsetti
Anyone else here autistic and have a weird aversion to silverware and dishes that arent your own?
Especially bowls and spoons and cups for some reason (in order of untrustworthyness)
Like, no, i won't eat out of the tupperware bowl. It has spagetii stains, it is untrustworth
In my kitchen bubbles a soup.
Simmering around a bundle of scraps
are pieces of a meal left to remain.
Sitting in a bag for months at a time,
Meals that I shared with people,
Ones that aren't here now.
It sits alone now,
with me, like my soup,
in a room with no other people.
Sitting in tinting water are the scraps,
steeping liquid with the essence of time.
There is a deep gold as remain.
Golden memories remain,
And they are made liquid now.
A pot containing fragmented time.
Is soup really about soup?
Is it about the scraps,
or perhaps about the people?
I think about the people,
as I strain the golden remain
from the old, useless scraps.
They are a piece of it now,
a droplet of warm memory in soup.
A way to contain months of time.
The golden stock burbles over time.
Still, there come no people,
and I am alone with my soup.
Within its quiet flavor, I remain,
tasting pieces of memory in the now.
But all I feel like is discarded scraps.
I put new scraps
in a bag to freeze time.
The soup boils now,
and yet there are no people.
A pile of ingredients remain
alone in a pot of unshared soup.
There's no memory in these new scraps
because there are no people.
It boils away for hours at a time,
until theres only ingredients that remain.
I eat alone and quiet now
as the warmth of love leaves my soup.
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This is my new favorite thing omfg
crazy ex scientists am I right?
I know this doesn't make sense timeline wise, but I just wanted my two fixations to come together okay?
Reagan my love I'd do anything for you
I'm making hotpot on saturday!
I'll make a little post with how it went :)
Ohhhh mY god.
Women.
an older binah
Left two both fall under "hoodie" but the right is sweater for sure.
Left: Zip-up, hoodie, jacket
Middle: Pullover, hoodie, sweatshirt
Right: Sweater, maybe pullover, maybe.
okay so I'm having a debate with my flatmates
are these all different things and if so what do you call them
Also yippee i saved pulls for months and got my Aventurine at E1 S0 with around 220 pulls!
i know vitamin c basically neutralizes adhd meds but lemonade good
im not quite sure but i sure do draw commissions open please please talk to me im friendly i prommy ~adult, (he/him, they/them, it/its), PanRo/Ace~ Genderfluid/Enby, slow changes, usually month to month
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