realsocialskills:

One reason I started writing this blog is that I got tired of seeing social skills programs teach autistic people that they have to become normal in order to have friends.

It’s not true. There are a lot of autistic people who have friends without becoming remotely normal. Oddness and friendship are entirely compatible.

You can be autistic, seem autistic, and have friends who like you and enjoy your company.

Some people won’t like you, and that’s ok. Not everyone has to like everyone.

Some people will dislike you because they are bigoted against autistic people. That’s not ok, but it doesn’t have to ruin your life. Ableists don’t speak for everyone. Those people aren’t your friends. Other people can be.

You’ll probably always face ableism. Trying to be normal probably won’t make that go away; accepting yourself probably won’t make that go away either. You don’t need to change the whole world in order to have friends.

You can have friends as the person you are, in the world as it is now.

thevriscourse:

lesbian culture is that vine of that one girl dancing with a chicken on her shoulder as two of hearts by stacey q plays 

egyptiaca:

You know what I find so interesting? How autumn, of all seasons, can be seen / experienced so differently for each person. For some, it’s a merry season, for others it’s the saddest and most melancholic. Winter, spring, summer, they give pretty common perspectives on people, it’s a general feeling, but none as interesting as autumn does, it’s so particular for each individual it’s delightful to read what they write about their experiences. It’s a season deeply felt in the subconscious, when most of the other ones are merely physical / sensorial; see them, nose them, savour them, etc., autumn is a completely mental experience so it makes it very subjective, therefore, every single word written for it is so different from the other. It’s so colorful.