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I'm but a fragile replica of who I was, Made up of glass, porcelain and paper. Painted and cared for when a child had use of me, But since then have fallen into disrepair. Half of my face caved in. My paper dress and tiara crumbled. The paint chipped off. The glass shattered and warped. No longer a queen, But a crushed monarch.

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Fearsome Beast

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I left my cat out in the rain for about 0.2 seconds too long, which makes for some interesting facial expressions.  

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I AM ALPHA WOLF ALPHA WOLF MAD ALPHA WOLF TAKE ANGER OUT ON MOON MOON

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ten inch dick aka longer than my forearm

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If I'm comfortable with you, I'll:

call you names

tell you weird and personal details about myself

say “I NEED TO PEE” instead of just brb

type in caps a lot.

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Now, all we need is fan art

When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:

And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.

In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.

Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”

So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”

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- I'm pretty good about treating everyone equally, and equally well. - I may swear, but if I know it makes someone uncomfortable , I won't swear around them - my hands are small, but they're real thin and pretty from years of playing piano~

Three Things I Like About Myself - Day Three

1. I’m adventurous. 2. It’s totally weird, but I wiggle my toes when I’m happy. Like, without even thinking about it. 3. I’m totally weird. :-P

Now it’s your turn! Sorry I was late today. I stayed up all night so I had to get some extra sleep.

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Where the hell did the "local words" come from? XD

Dialect Map of American English

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I almost forgot O:

- I have a mohawk, which I fought for (booooyah) - I really can't help but smile almost all the time - I cannot stand when people treat others badly and I usually make a point of preventing it

Three Things I Like About Me day Two!

1. I plan things out really well. 2. I remember almost everything I read. 3. I absolutely love to snuggle and cuddle.

Now it’s your turn! Write three things you like about yourself. They’re probably three things that other people like about you too! :-)

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Ooofff cooouuurse you are on my dashboard That is friendship And we are friends

And I totally figured I should include it on my blog because someone might see it and start doing it too. Besides, I like nice things on my blog.

1. I am considerate of others. 2. I am taking charge of my own life. 3. I am polylingual.

Now it’s your turn! Post three things…

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- I'm overly passionate, in a great way - It's easy for me to start conversations with people - I have lots of little freckles and moles all over that remind me of a starry sky

Your turn, everybody! Your turn, everybody!

As part of a self-challenge, I'm going to be writing three things I like about myself every day, for thirty days.

And I totally figured I should include it on my blog because someone might see it and start doing it too. Besides, I like nice things on my blog.

1. I am considerate of others. 2. I am taking charge of my own life. 3. I am polylingual.

Now it’s your turn! Post three things you like about yourself.

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Oh my god buuuuurrrrn

Source

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Why is he crying?

Ever wonder what happens if you cry in space?

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Everybody talks about girls looking in the mirror and being unhappy with themselves because of how guys might view them but what about guys??? What about guys who aren't built like the Winchester brothers Guys who don't have eyes like Misha Collins or Benedict Cumberbatch? Guys who don't have the raging sex appeal of a time lord? It doesn't help that girls create phone-shrines of their absolute favourite celebrity dudes. What about mah guys? Guys who think they're too fat to be loved, who think they're too skinny to be sexy, too tall or too short or too pale or too dark or too imperfect and broken But we are all broken And that is the most perfect thing I can see in someone The media puts impossible expectations about what men should look like into the minds of women. (does no one remember the reaction Robert Pattinson got about his body after he took his shirt off as Edward Cullen?) So how about we realize this one little thing Everyone is really fucking gorgeous And maybe you aren't attracted to someone Or maybe someone isn't attracted to you That isn't your fault That will never be your fault You aren't wrong for not being sexually attracted to everybody who mozies through the front door. You ARE wrong if you think that your opinion is what decides if someone is unattractive.

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MY MATH BOOK TAUGHT ME HOW

I HATE BEING A YOUNG WRITER BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE WORLD YET AND MY STORIES LACK REALISM. LIKE WHAT IF A CHARACTER NEEDS TO FILE HIS OR HER TAXES? I DON’T KNOW HOW ONE GOES ABOUT FILING TAXES! YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA OF HOW CONCERNED I AM ABOUT KNOWING HOW TO FILE TAXES.

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[Trigger warning for mentions of abuse.]

This child was one of many diagnosed with autism. He had (and still has) a real passion for animals, and likes to read all about them.

Do you want to know what this child needed?

Acceptance, not awareness. Compassion, not a cure.

He didn’t need therapy to make him act more like  his peers, he needed peers who were taught not to be bullies about those who were different.

He needed teachers who understood that there were different ways of learning, and that needing extra tools isn’t being lazy.

He needed a school system that wasn’t so underfunded they couldn’t afford to offer him help in the classroom.

He needed doctors who could explain to his parents what autism meant, and what kind of affects it could have, not saying he was “high functioning” so they didn’t need to worry.

He didn’t need functioning labels.

He needed his therapists and counselors to understand the ties between autism and abuse, and help him understand that some of the things going on at home were not okay, and that being afraid of family members wasn’t normal.

He needed the resources to understand and be warned about people who might be interested in “fixing” him-when there wasn’t a fix, and these people might do more harm than good, and they should be avoided.

He needed to be told that it was okay for him to exist-that his mind was different, but not broken. That he was still a person.

He needed to see reflections of himself in media and in stories, and not just inspirational stories-stories of everyday people, stories that showed he was just as much as a person as everyone else.

He needed people to accept him as a person. Autism and all. Because his autism wasn’t just a little bit extra, it had effects on his life.

He needed an end to the idea that his disability was something to be shunted aside, and acceptance for all the parts of him, so he could grow.

I know because that kid was me.

Growing up wasn’t easy, it was damn hard.

So please, instead of seeking to make people aware of autism, seek acceptance for autistic people. People are ware of us already. The proof is in the words and actions they use. It’s time they start accepting us as people.