Me: *watching Alta*

me: *watching alta*

my echolalia for the next three weeks: NI-NI-NI-NI-NI-NI-NICK-NICOLODIAN

My cat keeps ding dong ditching me. He scratches my bedroom door, i open it, he walks away. He is a menace.

I know santa isn't real but what if his elvs arnt paid a livable wage

As an autistic parson, i dont struggle with eye contact. I make too much wye contact. I make so much eye contact it makes neurotypical people uncomfortable. You want eye contact? I GIVE YOU EYE CONTACT

me: *posts something*

my boyfreind, not even a minuet later without even reading it: now thats some quality content right there *likes my post*

The good thing about having horrendous posture is that its harder to see my boobs