So Can We Start Hunting Down White Liberals Now Or What

Apparently a lot of neurodivergent people don’t like holding eye contact, but I’m on the opposite side of that.

Because of my neurodivergency I can’t figure out how long is too long to hold eye contact and often unintentionally creep people out.

Does anyone else have this problem?

This sparks joy

I was procrastinating getting out of bed until I realized I needed to take a shit.

I wouldn’t get up to get dressed.

I wouldn’t get up to see people

i wouldn’t get up to eat

but I got up cause I needed to take a shit.

Question for the internet

I don’t wanna vape drugs, can I just vape dry ice fumes?

like I know it’s carbon dioxide so I have to pause to breath oxygen, but are there any other dangers I should be aware of?

Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity

Inspiring

I literally have those dreams where your naked in public all. the. time. It never bothers me, I just run around my dreamland butt-naked usually being chased by cops.

U ever just be understimulated so u make urself *vibrate* a little

Why do people like to kick rocks around? What did the rocks ever do to them?

the other day I spoke to the wind. In it’s cold, raspy voice it spoke back. it made sound with the leaves on a tree and it answered my questions with the force of its flow. I said

“if you understand me, push the air harder against me so that I can feel your presence.”

the wind blew against my face and playfully twirled through my hair.

I waited for the breeze to slow and walked to a ledge, crouching on it and leaning forward. I asked the wind

”Would you slow me if I fell? Are you a friend, or not?”

the wind urgently pushed me back from the ledge, scattering twigs across the ground with its force. It wouldn’t stop pushing against me until I stood up and walked away from the ledge. Still curious, I stated

”If you are a real as you say you are, and if you are watching me, then I’m glad to be talking with you. Are you glad to be talking with me?”

the wind ran its gentle fingers through my hair and spoke in quiet rustles of the leaves. We spoke until the sun was setting and the air was freezing.

The wind nudged me towards my house, telling me to go home and be warm. I listened, and as I reached the door, I turned to wave a goodbye to the cold breeze around me. Today, as I sit inside of my quiet house, I can hear the wind whispering to come out and play.