I deleted a bunch of old texts this weekend and I feel so sad for my younger self. I wish I had gotten my autism diagnosis sooner. It would have made my college years so much easier.

Becoming disabled is a continual grieving process that never seems to end. You mourn who you could have been, the person you used to be, what your future will look like. And it never stops hurting

You think RE is about zombies and a sexy goth vampire mommy and it IS, but it’s really also about how Albert Wesker is incapable of having a relationship with any man that isn’t homoerotic and toxic

I miss NYC so much and I get to go back so soon 🥹

Anyway now I can say this: whoever made combination washer/dryers is DERANGED. Most evil machines on the planet

Got too stressed about what to make my first post on here so I’m doing this instead