Happy Birthday!

Meltdown is our emotion

Above long John silver is Captain Flint

If it’s not real I would turn it into a necklace it’s really cool looking

I remember watching 28 days later a long time ago and thinking it was ok, I just finished 28 weeks later and it was not ok.

I’ve recently stopped trying to be a social person, I tried for decades, got addicted to alcohol (got sober), and I was always stressed. My only hang up now is feeling like a loser for not being social, not having friends, not being in a relationship. But not having those things is bringing me peace. I missed being left alone, doing my own thing even if it’s doing nothing. I just need to work on the negative self talk concerning societal norms.

Weird how autism can’t be the excuse but apparently “always being rude” is. Maybe because I can constantly apologize for my perceived rudeness but not my autism.

Keep checking the phone even though you know you turned silence off…

Might not be casual but I really fucked up an answer yesterday and there’s no reversing the consequences. If I cut my tongue out will that solve it? No, they’ll commit me and still ask questions too quickly for me to write what I mean clearly.

I felt seen when Shoresy said “if you’re not 10 minutes early you’re late”

Same, a few months ago I just started saying “I don’t talk right so forget it”. Idc anymore.

Yup such a wonderful build for me

Blacksmith set a few years ago. I got it as a Christmas present and if I had money I’d do large sets more often because of the joy I felt building that one.

“Well I’ll never do that again!” Narrator: But she did do it again, that very same day in fact.

“Don’t think about that for too long or blood will begin to shoot out your nose!”

Goldeneye

Reservoir Dogs, O Brother Where Art Though, Blues Brothers, From Dusk til Dawn,

Meditate without moving for 2 hours took a lot of effort to work up to. Couldn’t do 5 minutes when I started.

That’s no Jesus, that’s a Phil Collins!

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour;