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“but aces are only 1% of the population!”

okay, do you have a friend who:

has green eyes (2% of the world’s population)

has red hair (1-2% of the world’s population)

regularly watches anime (~3.5% of the world’s population)

is vegan (.5-3% of the world’s population)

has a phd (1.1% of the world’s population that has been to university)

knows how to code (.5% of the world’s population)

can dunk a basketball on a regulation sized hoop (1% of the world population)

lives in california (.5% of the world’s population)

the chances are pretty damn good you know someone in an above group. i’ll admit, the numbers aren’t perfect. but just think about it. what are the odds you know someone who is ace?

especially when more and more people are realizing they’re aspec due to more visibility

November 3rd, 2022. 12:30 a.m.

Please

I'm so tired

I can't keep this up.

These aren't my lungs

My heart beats for others

But I'm not done

My tears smother.

I want death to come peacefully

Wrap me in cloth

And talk to me gracefully.

Whisper to me as I fall asleep

In the arms of someone who cares.

The weight on my shoulders makes me buckle

But the pressure on my chest makes me chuckle.

No one knows

Life is No's

To curl up and die

I float

One final night

No more lies.

To pass on to the joyous chatter of party goers

Is the sweetest release when laughter is the final overture.

I spread myself too thin and my limbs are being stolen from me

Who or where has what

And why is it how it has to be?

Just,

Please,

Leave me alone.

why is your cat green?

She’s built different 😌

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

It's so weird it's called the 2023rd year of our lord when he died in 33, I dont think it's his year anymore

i. there's this phrase: bloom where you are planted.

ii. something i should maybe talk to my therapist about is that all of my daydreams involve me helping people. when i picture meeting celebrities, i'm usually just suggesting therapy to them. there's just not a lot left for me to get out of this world, i feel like - like with this time left i might as well use it for kindness.

iii. according to the gardening map, i was raised in Zone 6 of plant hardiness. i think that's kind of funny. i am good with plants, and keep too-many of them. i learned young about the colors of hydrangeas - how you cant tell the pH of the soil by it.

iv. they tore down both of the schools i attended as a kid. most of the forests we walked in have been turned into apartment complexes. there's nothing really left of the places i've been.

v. tumbleweeds are liminal things - they are carcasses that carry their seeds along with them. a plant that evolved to move. we have so much to learn about nature, and the way that happenstance creates miracles. can you imagine the beauty of that? i think so often about how the roots of a tree often take up the same shape and circumference of its branches. i think so much about carnivorous plants; those that eat with no stomach. about where plants store their "knowledge."

vi. i'm not going to write about who i was or what i did to myself before i left. only three things, which will make sense if you are the type of person i buried in that ditch. the first is that i ended up getting tattoos to cover it. the second is that setting boundaries still makes me uneasy. and the third is that i am constantly shocked at the fact i have actually made it to the place where i'm happy.

vii. there's this ongoing joke amongst those of us who keep plants: you don't really get a say in whether or not the plant wants to be dead. i'm excellent at orchids, but i kill every ivy i've ever met. i have been rotating one particular rescue plant around my apartment, trying to figure out what exactly is the right amount of sun for it. the truth is that sometimes things will never survive being kept.

viii. i used to daydream about joining the circus. about an alien abduction. i used to picture meeting celebrities and whispering please fucking get me out of this. did you know the quote originally came from a bishop? when i googled it, google told me the meaning is don't take what you have for granted. make the most of what you are given.

ix. sometimes i think about my 17 year old self. it's been happening a lot lately. i keep watching her through my memories, how she clawed herself raw, scratching at the walls. we got out, is the thing. i know we thought about staying. but oh, fuck dude: we could have never bloomed if we'd stayed planted.

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