Minus The Bear makes everything okay
Last Friday was my birthday and my friends managed to get former ECW/WWE wrestler Justin Credible to hangout with us. I love everyone in this picture.
It’s like you give someone a flower but it’s not for luck.
It’s like the summer is the best time to get completely lost and question what exactly you saw in those beautiful balls of vision.
I try and remember how it was before I saw anything but all I remember was the light smell of beer and confusion.
It’s like waiting for a song but it never got played so I denied the hello and kept holding.
It’s been along time since words could be spit but I’m feeling so much that I could probably pop a blood vessel the size of Wyoming.
Every other word on every other day is me juggling one thing with the other and telling myself it’s gonna pass while in reality I’m stuck on this thought bubble.
HEAVEN, PART TWO.
Look up your pairing and see what the future holds! Always leave your faith in astrology!
-Shit the Signs Say
Protect autistic kids at all costs.
Make them feel loved and important in a world that says they’re wrong for existing. Tell them it’s okay to stim, or info-dump, or mimic, or be non-verbal. Defend them from shitty ableists who demand they supress their traits and don’t treat them like real people.
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