my mother often asks me if the food - dinner, or whatever - is good, and every time all I can do is hum some uncommitted sound because I have no idea of what good food is supposed to be;
in my mind, there's just like, special food - pizza, lasagna, etc -, normal food - rice and beans - and like those four very specific foods I hate with all my soul.
like, what is good food even supposed to be? or bad? in my mind bad food only means tainted, otherwise is just food.
please stop treating the word neurodivergent like it means the overlap between autism and adhd
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sources: wikipedia page for "hares" // BLACK-TAILED AND WHITE-TAILED JACKRABBITS IN THE AMERICAN WEST: HISTORY, ECOLOGY, ECOLOGICAL SIGNIFICANCE, AND SURVEY METHODS // wikipedia page for "crypsis" // The Coyote by Mark E. Ahlstrom // Care and Release of Black Tailed Jackrabbits (by: Ann Mizoguchi) // Hare damage prevention and control methods // wikipedia page for "coyotes" // ELECTROPHORETIC PROTEIN ANALYSIS IN THE CONDITIONED CAPTIVE WILD COYOTE, Canis latrans 1
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How many sweaters did Amanda knit him. I simply must know
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ROMAN SOLDIER: halt, strange person! where are you from?
TIME TRAVELER: i come from the future. what are your names?
ROMAN SOLDIER: my name is QUINTUS, as i am the fifth child in my family. my comrade is SEXTUS, for he was the sixth child in his family. what is your name?
TIME TRAVELER: my name’s LIV
ROMAN SOLDIER: [starts counting on his fingers as his eyes open in fear]
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