I’m Not Canonically Autistic But It’s Strongly Implied

me running very fast on my way to tell u ur doing great and im proud of u

not a morning person not a night owl but a secret third thing

tragic and heartbreaking, guy who wants to have conversations can't think of conversation topics

Gonna be doing a little journal/blog on here every day in March! I have literally no followers so honestly I’m just doing this for myself. Still not really sure how to use tumblr, so we’ll see how this goes lol

I am Normal until Dodie puts out new music and then suddenly I’m thirteen again sitting on the floor of my childhood bedroom crying my eyes out because she’s put everything I feel in my little tiny body into words.

it’s just. i see you in everything, ya know? i bend at the waist to get closer to every rock i see because each one is a potential gift for you. i examine every beautiful leaf and picture it on your nightstand. i point my finger at fluffy clouds and turn my head to share my joy. sunset orange makes me think of you. sunrise pink does, too. tall buildings and green grass hold bits of you. wind gusts and book pages whisper memories of you. everywhere. you’re everywhere. no matter where you are or how long you’ve been gone, everywhere, everywhere. everywhere i look i just see you.

i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.