🐬TinyBlackStar🌠 @43546fdtrgstgx - Tumblr Blog

hi, i'm TinyBlackStar.👋🌠

i'm 15, and i live in a world where things are sometimes too bright, too sharp, too sticky. but i'm learning to be friends with it.

i have ASD (Asperger's syndrome), savant syndrome (which might help me with details in my art), and maybe ADHD — i'm still figuring it out, but this is just the beginning. here i draw, write fanfics, have fun, and just exist.

I'm learning to embrace the weirdness in this world — even the things that seem too strange. After all, I have my own strangeness too. Maybe if I accept them, we can be friends.

my aesthetics:

Oceancore(🌊🌙), greencore(🌿🍃), tropiccore(🌴☀️), cleancore(🧴🧼), fairycore(🧚‍♀️✨), coldcore(❄️🌫️), fruitiger aero(🐬🌳). i like mixing them — they fit me perfectly.

mostly here you'll find:

• reblogs about nature, random nature experiments.

sometimes:

• my thoughts

• polls

• fanfics

please:

• don't judge my interests

• don't tell me i'm "normal". you don't know me.

• don't expect me to be convenient.

#dandy's world fanart #my art #dandy's world

academic-vampire

𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶

gottastim

yishiguang87 on ig

uroko

Seoul, South Korea

cansu-m

uroko

Rainy day in Kyoto

liminal-x-wave

楽しみ

dying-weeds

landsccape

yo-gummy-sharks

Angelic pretty cream soda mermaid print

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Who I am vs who I should be. ( Finding myself )

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I didn’t know where to start. I was afraid of being misunderstood or judged. But today I decided: this is my story, and it has the right to be told. Even if it seems absurd to you.

When I was 4, I was kicked out of a kindergarten for autistic children. They asked me if I had done something "on purpose." I didn’t know what that word meant, so I said "on purpose" (intentionally). They didn’t understand me. I tried to apologize, to explain that I meant to say "by accident," but they didn’t care anymore.

Then there was another kindergarten. There, I laughed at other kids, made faces, waved my arms. I’m ashamed of that now — because instead of making friends, I did the opposite. I didn’t know that fate would pay me back for it.

When I was transferred to school a year later, I became friends with a girl. But after a year, she moved to another school. I don’t remember what I did to become an outcast, but lately I’ve been thinking: maybe it was my meltdown, and "normal" society made sure I could never have one again.

Since then, I haven’t been able to scream. No matter how much I want to — I forgot how. I learned to mask thanks to humiliation and criticism. I don’t know if I’d be happier without them. But I know one thing for sure: without them, I wouldn’t have survived. And that’s a bitter truth.

I know there’s something strange about me. But my brain still says: you’re not autistic. You’re just crazy.

Thank you for reading. Take care of yourself.