chefpyro:

Am I human? The question comes up more often than it probably should. Every time I catch myself doing something unusual. A hiccup in conversation. An inexplicable behavior that makes others stare. A failure to understand what has someone else upset, or why they can’t stop being upset. And very often, catching myself observing something and wondering something a human wouldn’t wonder about. What caused the scratches on this car? Why did this person choose this particular flower for their garden? When and why did that couple decide to have a child? Am I human? They say autistic brains are wired differently. But if that’s true, if there’s a physical difference that’s real and identifiable, then at what point are we so different that we fall out of the definition of human? Obviously the answer is never. We’re all human, I know that. Usually I even believe it. Yet the question keeps coming up.

habeenki:

choose one: fangs or pointed ears, immunity or immortality, wings or horns, greek mythology or egyptian mythology, chokers or anklets, dark red or dark green, glitter or blush, heels or boots, ripped jeans or fishnets, long nails or short nails, vampire or werewolf, oceans or forests, books or movies, phone calls or text messages, rings or studs and skirts or jeans.

went skating today and remembered a time when i was at the rink and some girls asked me to teach them how to ice skate and they were very obviously flirting and like. ended up asking me for my number and i told the one that came to ask on behalf her friend that sorry but im super gay fkabdknndb