All I really want in life is to become a genuinely good, nice, kind, caring, productive person.
Category Archives: Writing
Slow On The Uptake
We’re all living beings trying to figure out how to live better, but we’re not all capable of the same things or moving at the same pace and we never, EVER will be, so we have to let that dream die already. Please try to have some patience & tolerance for those of us who are a little slower at this process than you might be. We’d REALLY appreciate it.
Letter To Myself
Hey, Jax.
I’ve noticed that things have been going very well for you recently. One might even say that almost all of your dreams have been coming true in the sense that opportunity after opportunity to accomplish your goals has presented itself & continues to do so. That’s pretty rad, dude. Grats & stuff.
What Is Self-Love?
I haven’t made a blog post in a while.
I haven’t updated my social media accounts either.
So, why is this?
Here’s the full story.
Sorry, I’m Asimoving. Could you expound on that?
One of the most universally “autistic” struggles I undergo is requiring a certain level of precision of language in order to be able to process the new information I’m receiving in a meaningful way.
Yay for Awe-tism! <3
Someone asked me to explain why I like being autistic. I suppose it’s because there’s still a lot of stigma & misunderstanding about what autism really is. So, for those who are curious, here’s my personal experience w/ my particular flavor of autism (because it’s different for everyone).
A Collection of Poems
A collection of poems I wrote in my early to mid 20s.
Starseed
“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?
Pour Déplacer des Montagnes
Two childhood friends have a lighthearted discussion during their daily morning breakfast meeting at the local cafe by the sea.
Terrae
Oh, how I wanted you to last forever.
Oh, how I never wanted to leave.