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  • leaf

    leaf

  • seven reasons I hate making phone calls

    1) I am setting off an alarm in your house demanding to speak with you. That’s easily the rudest thing I do in an average day. 2) The suspense of waiting to find out if I will be talking to a person or a machine. One ring. Two rings. Three. Just a few seconds but…

  • canary

    I wouldn’t say I feel like a canary in a coal mine because people notice when a canary in a coal mine dies, and then act swiftly to prevent others from dying the same way, and that may not sound like much but I’d be happier if I believed that was true.

  • snowflake

    I am a special snowflake. I’m not going to downplay it anymore. I’m not going to say well I kinda have synesthesia but it’s not a big deal, ha ha. No. I’m going to say synesthesia is rad and I feel lucky to have it, and also to be autistic and transgender. I’m rare! I’m…

  • sleep without paralysis, paralysis without sleep

    Have you ever thought about sleep paralysis, and what a tenuous and terrifying piece of the human condition it is? We mistakenly assume that sleep is peaceful by its very nature, but the truth is we spend an astonishing amount of time unconscious and paralyzed and we have little understanding or control over it, and…

  • gifted

    I used to think, it seems like I have traits of autism but I’m not disabled, I’m gifted. It feels embarrassing to admit, in retrospect, that I ever thought that was even the point. I’ve got a lot of brain space devoted to self-censorship. I’ve spent the last five years carefully studying these mental blocks,…

  • fallible

    So, god doesn’t make mistakes? I won’t attempt to convince you otherwise, but he does like to challenge us by throwing curveballs, yes? It is possible for a baby to be born with a hole in her heart. Whatever purpose god may intend, to our human minds this is a cruel twist of fate and…

  • imaginary friend

    imaginary friend

    I painted this giant Hobbes the tiger in, I think, the eighth grade. My mom has had it on display for the subsequent three decades. I’m a lifelong dabbler in various arts, but I’ve kept the vast majority of my creations to myself, and paint is not a medium I feel much affinity toward anyway.…

  • domestic careorist

    domestic careorist

    (featuring my girl Xoies)

  • we are a broken creature

    I took the day off toremember who I amwhen I’m alone: Half adult, half child, a silent snowflake resting on a ghost of a girl’s frozen lips.Vivid little Aurora and wise old Violet. Fused. Inseparable.Not alone. We survived floods and firestorms by clinging to one another, each giving shelter and adoration. Together we knit our…