Autistic Loneliness Is So Unbearably Complicated.

Autistic loneliness is so unbearably complicated.

The craving of wanting a warm and cosy relationship eats you up but the repulsion towards opening up about yourself always lingers like a sheen of invisible frost.

A kaleidoscope of secrets lies under your skin that begs to be released but is not made for the horrors of the outside world. It's too bright, too weird, too different for others to understand it. So it remains caged within, festering and crumbling under the barely-there weight of emptiness.

Regardless of how well you can mutilate and crimp yourself into a more-palatable human form, you'll always be that outsider who almost doesn't fit the guidelines of a regular human.

"Not all men-" You're right, Alyosha Karamazov would never

Sometimes I wish that people would learn the difference between sex-repulsion and sex-negativity

Oh, to be a cryptid somewhere between 'eldritch horror with too many eyes to count' and 'ethereal being composed of constellations and moonlight' who lives deep in the woods in an old and abandoned library

Me when I see the moon: That's a nice boulder, I like that boulder

I love flower symbolism, I love sun & moon symbolism, I love colour symbolism, I love animal symbolism, I love religious and mythological symbolism, I love