I’m flying to korea next week.

would you enjoy a week before vlog on youtube? A -24 hours with me vlog of preparing? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

He ain't wrong...

whats something changbin cant live without? skz: protein? changbin: oxygen

Don't make me bad, I'm addicted to you.

Gaydies and gentlethems, I proudly announce that I am in fact, still gay (plural)

Does it make sense that when I'm sick I can't mask my autistic traits, and if I try it gets harder to get better ? Asking for a friend (not)

I came to a conclusion

Trains are fun

That's it thank you for coming to my ted talk

Food tastes so much better when you eat it with a big wooden spoon.

Whenever Kim soo hyun portrays a character in pain, I can feel the pain. His scream is truly painful, I can feel his agony when he breaks down.

good things to pay attention to more often

the color of trees

clouds and how they look different throughout the day

the different colors the mornings can have. sometimes it's an orange hue and sometimes pink and sometimes it's too misty to tell

pretty color schemes in random places (the trees and your neighbors wooden patio and the color of their car)

the states of the vehicles passing you by, dents and scratches and the different trinkets suspended from their rearview mirrors

the sound of silence

the shadows the lights cast in your home, like how sunset looks different than sunrise, and the shadows the sun casts look different than those of your lamps and candles

pretty details in buildings and houses like certain types of windows or doorknobs or archways

the movement of things in the wind. flags, leaves, flowers, people's hair and coats

When did you come to Korea?

I feel like it's so weird remembering birthdays of people you're not in touch with anymore, it's like hey! It's this person's birthday! Hmm ... Ok. Now what?

I'm not being rude. I'm expressing my boundaries and you don't like it. I'm not being rude. I'm upset and my voice is reacting. I'm not being rude. My mind thinks in a certain way and when I try to put it into words sometimes it comes out really bad. When you call me over to try to fix the way my mannerism hurt you, then blame it on my behavior and make me feel small, turning it around me to make me feel like a villain for seeing the world differently, you're not 'doing the right thing', you're stepping over me. You're failing to see that I'm actually trying to convey my current situation. You can tell me I'm adopting behaviors all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that your words are the ones who are actually trying to get to me. When a puppy accidentally bites someone too strong, you don't hurt it back, or at least you shouldn't. The puppy did not mean to hurt you, he misunderstood his own power against you and while playfully biting he actually hurt you. While I am not a puppy, I too do not hurt you on purpose. I do not wish to cause you pain, I am simply trying to exist, which is hard enough as it is. And my way of existing isn't always polite to people like you. You're not so different, but you are. And once you realize that, you'll be able to live your life in a way that doesn't hurt either of us.

I know this is long but it's worth the read maybe

Do you think dyed hair can be healthy?

Lovers of the Red Sky + tumblr text posts

hello naughty children it’s text post time

Am I the only one who absolutely despises grocery stores as an autistic person with ADHD? I gotta know if anyone relates.

The lights are too bright, that they're loud in my eyes. The noise of every individual just trying to get through their own time of picking things and handing over money to the cashier who would rather not be there at all. The over calculation of every movement, because everyone want to get places and if there's three carts in one aisle, things are gonna get very trafficy.

The weight of picking the right thing versus the wrong one, knowing that what you're choosing right now you'll have to deal with until it ends or you throw it out.

Not knowing where to go and when it will ever end, because every moment is a living hell when you're there to help someone. (In my case I was helping out my grandma. When I'm alone and shopping for myself things are a bit more calm)

Plus being misgendered by hundreds of people is just not really my thing.

Waiting miserably at the fish and meat aisle while the dead fishes are staring at you with pity in their eyes

"Yeah we're here too, but at least we're dead. You're gonna have to carry all of those groceries on your way out of here.

In simpler words,

No, thanks.