The Neurodivergent Urge To Own A Snake...

The neurodivergent urge to own a snake...

The neurodivergent repulsivity of feeding something a living being...

I wouldn't have to feed it living mice, right? I can't do that. The last time I killed a fly, I cried for 15 minutes. He just wanted to exist. He didn't mean to bother me. I'm sorry. You're okay now. Nothing will hurt ever again. How do I live with myself?

I don't think I'm ready for a snake...

Warm rain in the afternoon feels like nature kissing you. Nature is the only one allowed to touch me without my prior consent.

Today was a self-loathing day... I took that one radically different spoon with the cringe amount of thickness to eat my yogurt.

I cannot stress enough to Tumblr staff that they do not need to change the site. Do not try to be like Twitter. Do not try to be like Reddit. Do not alter how this site works.

Tumblr will be the most popular social media site if they continue letting all these other sites implode

My entire childhood and teenage years consisted of being petrified my indoor cat was gonna escape when the door opened.

Marty, if you're reading this, we have windows for a reason. Just look out them. All the cool shit is in here. (Marty turns 14 soon)

The OPs of threads must get so confused by me on social media.

"He's deleted and reposted the same comment like, 15 times now. Is he okay?"

Leave me alone, I'm correcting my grammar every time I re-read what I replied with and notice an obvious error. Do you want me to rip my hair out instead and develop intense insomnia?