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Dec. 1st, 2017
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pipistrellus:
I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate
It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”
It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl
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pipistrellus:
I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate
It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”
It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl
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rebakitt3n:
screengeniuz:
tomakeitbeautifultolive:
Husband: Whoa, have you seen young Patrick Stewart?!
Me: I don’t think so. I kind of assumed he’s always been old.
Husband: Turns out he was handsome as fuck.
DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMN.
what do you mean “was”?
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rebakitt3n:
screengeniuz:
tomakeitbeautifultolive:
Husband: Whoa, have you seen young Patrick Stewart?!
Me: I don’t think so. I kind of assumed he’s always been old.
Husband: Turns out he was handsome as fuck.
DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMN.
what do you mean “was”?
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"In the mid days of autumn, on their eves
Dec. 1st, 2017 09:40 amvia http://ift.tt/2BrKu7f:
“In the mid days of autumn, on their eves
The breath of Winter comes from far away,
And the sick west continually bereaves
Of some gold tinge, and plays a roundelay
Of death among the bushes and the leaves,
To make all bare before he dares to stray
From his north cavern.”
- John Keats, from “Isabella; or The Pot of Basil,” in Selected Poems (Bloomsbury Poetry Classics). (via existential-celestial)
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“In the mid days of autumn, on their eves
The breath of Winter comes from far away,
And the sick west continually bereaves
Of some gold tinge, and plays a roundelay
Of death among the bushes and the leaves,
To make all bare before he dares to stray
From his north cavern.”
- John Keats, from “Isabella; or The Pot of Basil,” in Selected Poems (Bloomsbury Poetry Classics). (via existential-celestial)
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weloveshakey:
How becoming is multipart, but mainly a pilgrimage inward. If you share too much of yourself, you risk growing into someone who has nothing unacknowledged. Those yet-to-access riches that I’d suspect are what tingle when a song’s lyrics eject me into outer space; assure me I can love; can go about and be loved; can retreat and still get, as in both catch and understand, love.
“Heart Museum,” by Durga Chew-Bose
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weloveshakey:
How becoming is multipart, but mainly a pilgrimage inward. If you share too much of yourself, you risk growing into someone who has nothing unacknowledged. Those yet-to-access riches that I’d suspect are what tingle when a song’s lyrics eject me into outer space; assure me I can love; can go about and be loved; can retreat and still get, as in both catch and understand, love.
“Heart Museum,” by Durga Chew-Bose
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