This is a reminder tweet that I post whatever the fuck I want on this account. Will I tweet my Switch vids? Yes. COD plays? Yes. Thirst traps? Every now & then. Everything on my account should be considered NSFW. If you're not into that, kindly softblock 💜
People who act like being neurodivergent is fun actually piss me off, like my entire childhood was me being avoided by my peers and being held back a ton socially and academically because im neurodivergent but ok.
the school can email me as much as they want, i’m not paying $300 for insurance on a chromebook and if my kid breaks it then that’s just on them for giving a 6 year old a fucking chromebook like hello?
I don't play the victim. I'll tell you exactly why I became the villain and what led there. I take full responsibility for how I respond to disrespect. I don't run from that. What I won't do is let people act confused. Nothing I do is unprovoked. I don't start messes, I stop cycles. The difference is I'm honest about it. I'll tell you what I did, why I did it, and stand on it. People who lie or manipulate blame everyone else. Me? I own mine
there’s NOT ONE person I fell out with that I want to reconcile with… if anything, the way they act after the fact just proves that I made the right decision to remove them from my life.
columbine happened 2 months before I was born. I was 2 when 9/11 happened. we’ve been fighting pointless wars my entire life. covid took away my early 20s. my tax dollars are funding genocide. our generation really has endured a lot. I hate when people try to say we have it easy
I think some parts of the autistic community need to recognize that other autistic people completed most of their adult development without knowing they were autistic.
Sophie Rain it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard
Everyone's panicking about "so many autistic kids" these days.
But here's the thing: I'm autistic, and I wasnt diagnosed until I was 28. I was one of those kids. You just didn't call it autism.
You called it weird.
You called it difficult.
You called it shy, dramatic, awkward, or rude.
You bullied us. You punished us. You told us to try harder.
We were always here. You just didn't know what we were.