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You know, I'm TIRED!!! I want a place, or a lil group or whatever to talk about cringey soft romantic moments. Without drama, without super sexual stuff, etc. I want PINING, soft little affections like hand holding, doing random crap like getting ur crush flowers.
Because I'm a little lover and i wanna see others love too yk. Plus it doesn't just have to be romantic, it could be friend moments too that make you go: "i love em so much :3" and stuff.
And it could be anonymous and it could be called "Sugar Club" or whatever (sorry I'm bad with names)
I want a podcast just like History is gay, except instead of investigating whether a person was queer- they'd investigate whether the person was autistic (or just in general, neurodivergent).
This is mister Hemulin, my crocheted clown! I haven't finished his hat tho, so be gentle on him. He's a little insecure about it. Another of my sons beside my cats, and other soft friends.
Look, i am not an active reader. Though I'm BEGGING for more engagement in the "The rest of just live here" by Patrick Ness fandom.
I'm telling you, the comfort it gives is similar to Night in the woods. At least, that's how i felt. And I'm tired of pretending that I'm not obsessed.
Colors are all so scritchy scratchy
Whenever i see my cats walk by, i have this uncontrollable urge to call them anything but their names.
My little meow meows, the beloved goobers, silly fellas, scratchy babies, wonderful oddities, the criminals, and all that schmuck.
And sometimes, it leaks into people that i love. But you can't really do that, as much as my chest swells with that love; people often do not like being called silly goobers. And may take it as an insult unfortunately.
After hiding in my cave for about a hundred years, i finally decided to make a post for once. The lot of people are fun here and stuff, and i hope that i meet the standards of a very normal person and also have fun. Thank you for taking your time to read this.