Hey *scraps The Burnt Bits Off The Back Of My Toasts Into Your Bed*

Hey *scraps the burnt bits off the back of my toasts into your bed*

Listen, listen. I do struggle with knowing I’m autistic, but until I met that one boy at my church I never knew how easy it was to connect with people who were on the same radio waves as you. I asked him if the chain on his pocket was a pocket watch as a joke bc a lot of the guys at my school worn chains from their belt loop to their pocket at the time and, to my surprise, he whipped out a beautiful silver pocket watch and said, ‘You know it.’ And then from the (less noticeable) chain on my pocket I took out my bronze pocket watch which is broken now but oh my god have I never felt more normal.

I’m in the depths of depression where I decided to go somewhere, got the energy drained out of me halfway through getting there, stayed in the car, and am now trying to listen to the JoJos bizarre Adventure soundtrack to ignite some sort of feeling for my favourite show of all time and eating more and more gum tic tacs until they form a ball in my mouth

Sorry what was that? Gimme a second I’m rotating Jotaro Kujo in my head like the polish cow

There’s a bunch of themed Greek places named random words in my home town like this one diner Apollo. Why would you name a restaurant after the sun god of music and prophecy? Like, it was so out of place I was like ‘Apollo? What do they serve there, bits of tomes encrypted with prophetic scripture?’

I LOVE PEOPLE SITTING IN COFFEE SHOPS there was someone drawing faces with coloured pencils from a reference in her phone and a person with John Lennon glasses was waiting to order at the door and someone with headphones and an interesting necklace I WANT TO TALK TO ALL OF YOU BUT STRANGERS ARE WEIRD AND I DONT WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM THAT MAKES THESE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE BECAUSE I ASKED ABOUT SOME NECKLACE