My Friend Offered Me A Ride Home But I Already Had A Ride So I Didn’t Go With Her, But As She Drove

@zestys-world AUTISTIC ALHAITHAM IS THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE ALHAITHAM

No need to apologise, thank you so much for ranting! You're absolutely right on every point. He makes so much more sense that way. He's such a simple and complex character at the same time and he's so flawed and HUMAN and I adore his character for it.

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

Genius idea:

Broadway Newsies, but it’s Barbie.

My friend: Your boot’s zipper is broken.

Me: Oh, it’s fine! That zipper’s just for decoration. The real zipper. . . *displays shoe* is also broken.

I am doing this because I can

nice

I wish I could be the kind, courageous, and generous employee the customers think I am. Like sir, I'm not giving you free water out of the goodness of my heart. It's because the water. . .is free.

You are doing awesome and I hope you have a wonderful day

Thank you?

why

why is there so much vanilla extract

what happened while i was gone can someone explain

I'm so confused

Me: (does something)

Someone: (jokingly) What’s wrong with you?

Me, unable to understand the odd and bitter feeling I suddenly have: (jokingly) Everything.

Me, later that night, out loud, to myself: I’m autistic and was raised to hate myself for it, thanks for asking.

Music is powerful because it hurts. It actually, very physically hurts. It feels like a thick balloon is inflating behind your chest and it's spreading to your stomach and arms and fingers and you want to curl into yourself as if that will stop it from growing but it continues on. The nostalgia will only ever be nostalgia. The weekly visits with a friend are now barely even a text every few months. The fandom you dedicated your life to is barely even a passing thought anymore. The ideas that ran through your head now gather dust as a forgotten word document. Life is better, sure, but life used to have them. Why couldn't life be better and still keep them?

This would have never happened if you hadn’t listened to that music. But oh how beautiful those memories are, and there's a smile on your face despite the balloon threatening to pop if you listen a moment longer.

My anxiety: Your friend thinks you’re annoying and she doesn’t like you.

Me: *mentally beating my anxiety with a baseball bat* she loves me so shut the McFRICK up you BI-