Reminding myself today that I love endlessly, but that doesn’t mean I need to put up with someone else’s bullshit just because I don’t like ruffling feathers.
I can be kind and not be walked all over. Do no harm, take no shit.
I need to do another painting with this on it soon. I’m sad I left mine behind in Minnesota.
I might do this one, too, actually. Yours inspired me so much.
As I sat there
watching my best friend
kiss the boy I love,
I learned that
we should not expect people
to put our happiness above
Because no matter how much
anybody says they care about you,
They have the right to care about themselves,
I’m beginning to think this might be my life motto.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"
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.
p r o t e c t a u t i s t i c k i d s
And while you’re at it, protect autistic adults. Because literally no one worries about doing any of that shit for those kids once they’re grown.