Have Yet Another Wip Before I Crawl To The Bed

have yet another wip before i crawl to the bed

this time it’s the most handsome man that ever existed, the perfection made flesh, the snarky, sassy, stubborn asshole who absolutely wrecked my poor 13-year-old heart and continues to haunt my dreams each time i deside to have a go at the game again

“You picture a walk, holding hands.”

This tweet has changed my life btw

one skull, two tenants.

As an autistic person I’m very confused by the idea that “making friends is easy if you put yourself out there”

How do you know who to even talk to?

I’ve had someone say “just go to the same places/groups and eventually you’ll meet someone” but like wtf does that even mean?

Do I just walk up to a person I notice a lot? Me knowing a person due to the fact that I see them often enough to remember their face is drastically different than a neurotypical talking with me apparently.

Idk if I’m just missing social cues or what but me just talking to someone about things I enjoy usually gets me a “this dude is weird” stare.

Mostly just angry at the fact that people say its easy when they don’t realize the mental gymnastics autistic people go through even talking to someone they’ve met before

They promise things to come.