ritorudeiji:

your otp picking out matching wedding bands

your otp arguing over potential baby names

your otp grumbling about getting up early to walk the dog

your otp playfully hip-checking each other while making dinner

your otp being domestic cuties

S: In the name of tomatoes, I’ll (physically) punish you ★!
R: That’s right!
♥

S: In the name of tomatoes, I’ll (physically) punish you ★!

R: That’s right!

lrony:

aph click ‘n’ drag, volume 3 - mochitalia!

click here for some bonus click and drag cards!

mochi-canada takes me to the mochi world, tries to kill me and accidentally eats me, I buy mochi-seychelles online and accidentally eat her, and mochi-liechten tries to hug me, becomes my pet and destroys the world with me.

vennuk:

his jock bf is late for his tutoring session

vennuk:

his jock bf is late for his tutoring session

voidexe:

nishiroma , queen of the buns

oooooooooooooohhhhhmy god

voidexe:

nishiroma , queen of the buns

oooooooooooooohhhhh
my god

Autism isn’t something a person has, or a “shell” that a person is trapped inside. There’s no normal child hidden behind the autism. Autism is a way of being. It is pervasive; it colors every experience, every sensation, perception, thought, emotion, and encounter, every aspect of existence. It is not possible to separate the autism from the person—and if it were possible, the person you’d have left would not be the same person you started with.

This is important, so take a moment to consider it: Autism is a way of being. It is not possible to separate the person from the autism.

Therefore, when parents say,

I wish my child did not have autism,

what they’re really saying is,

I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead.

Read that again. This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.

Jim Sinclair, “Don’t Mourn For Us” x (via andrandiriel)

pink-talisman:

getting that thing in the mail likeimage

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