Today, in downtown Pasadena, I watched a guy my age stick out one arm and do a little dash and duck as if he were an airplane. I realized, in that one moment, that this individual was socially disabled. It really scared me, because I realized that a lot of days I’m probably him without realizing it.
Finn and Jake!
Reblooged for Tim. Because blogs are boring.
Everyone should be reading this.
I need a hug.
Talking with Tim online and spelled dollar as dolor and then dollor.
Just an hour before that I sent a text that used “you’re” instead of “your.”
Just in the above sentence I typed out “our” instead of “hour.”
I need some therapeutic work done. I’m rattled.
So this is what hope feels like.
Yu-gi-oh, digital monsters, got to catch ‘em dragon balls!
Thinking about branches and how I don’t want to be wrong about love and stuff.