I Want To Be The Girl Sitting In That Chair

That pretty well describes it

today it was Wieniawski violin concerto

autism problem #1218

When you have to turn your music up so loud it nearly hurts but its to drown out all the gross feeling sounds from elsewhere

sometimes i take that nap at the beginning of the day

me: *gets scared that i’m wasting my life* me: i’m gonna deal with this feeling by taking a long nap in the middle of the day

i think it means: people who miss phone calls...or maybe it’s people who dial the wrong number—that is, they miss-phone ya.

Support Autistic people with misophonia

(Anti-kink, radfems, queerphobes, aphobes don’t interact.)

raise ur hand if you want to move to Kepler 452b (earth 2.0) with me bc you’re sick and tired of the earthlings on this planet and you want to just start all over

Jae-五宝: 节日快乐 ：） 2017的最后几天希望依旧被照亮  

transl: happy holidays :) wishing the last few days of 2017 is also illuminated

The psychological concept of mindfulness is yet another concept that I just… can’t really apply to myself? I feel like you just have to be allistic for it which is Not Good™, for the majority of anti-stress-therapy is based on it.

Anyone here in the community who made some experiences with mindfulness? If so, how tf were you able to align it with being autistic?

This seems to me like a perfect illustration for the poem Lorelei by Sylvia Plath. The Lorelei is a rock on the bank of the Rhine river that causes and amplifies a luring murmuring sound that so distracts sailors that they crash and sink to their death. In Plath’s poem, the Lorelei are feminine river-spirits that sing like Sirens, luring people to drown themselves. 

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Witch illo made exclusively for @witchwaymagazine July issue

Poor excuse

I could have been a great success...if only I had been someone else.

Getting ahead of myself

So it’s Monday evening and I say to myself: Good grief, it’s already Wednesday! It seems that way because I’m thinking: tomorrow I’ll have to start worrying about my Japanese class, which meets on Wednesday evening; but with that thought I realize that I’m already worrying about it now. So Tuesday is already part of Wednesday, and so is Monday. And that’s how the timeline collapses.