eat corporate executives, throw bricks at republicans | she/her seems fun for now | social history major | captain of the hot mess express | trans woman; assigned twink butch by friend | 29, lmao | i guess i should put some kind of hornyposting disclaimer at this point, for the sake of reason | minors be warned; i can't stop you, but just socially i don't quite jive with it | asks are open, i guess. i don't know what i can really answer. philosophy is fun?
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’ll never forget the time I was sitting with this guy, nice kid, didn’t know him well, I think we must have had a bottle of wine or some questionable hashish or something, and in response to an awkward silence I just started talking and ended up going on a long meandering rant about how ugly American robins are. I’m talking a full monologue. I had an intro and conclusion. It was pointlessly vehement. I have never been so mean or loquacious about anything in my life.
Consider my horror when this perfectly nice guy wordlessly lifted his shirt to reveal a full-torso prismacolor tattoo of his spiritual soul animal, the American robin.