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Right, so. I am in the process of an autism assessment (I say in the process, I am in the process of waiting 20 years for my assessment). My little brother is autistic, we’re very similar. I’m female. Moms convinced I am not autistic. I think I am, but not sure.
Now, I’m not sure I’m im autistic and hyperfixating on learning everything about autism, or if I’m faking everything and maybe I’m not even real?💁🏻♀️
Samuel L. Jackson “singing” We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together by Taylor Swift on Capital FM.
(Actually the best thing I’ve ever heard on radio. Or ever.)
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.
that’s it. that’s the title above. i didn’t upload the wrong pic.
Inosuke x Brown-eyed Fem!Reader Oneshot
Inosuke was going in and out consciousness the whole time during the clean up of Mt. Natagumo. When the kakushi brought him down from the tree, that’s when he began to hear the conversations around him and the hurried footsteps of strangers.
“—gentle on him, please.”
He heard a girl’s voice next to him, feeling her gentle hands tending to his wounds— cleaning his cuts with some type of ointment that left a stinging sensation. The boy was too tuckered out from the fight to even move, and his throat hurt too much to talk. If he had been in a slightly less serious condition, Inosuke would have yelled and hit whoever laid their hands on him. As if he needs help from others, he’s strong! Broken bones and deep cuts won’t make him less of it!
But after failing to kill that spider demon, he doesn’t think so anymore.
The girl ordered someone to fetch medicine before turning to her attention back to him. He could feel her hands reach up for the mask hesitantly. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to remove it. I’ll put it back on after you drink some of this, okay?”
Her voice was as gentle as her hands, making him feel warm from the inside. She reminded him of that old woman from the wisteria place. She made him feel at ease and surrender under her care. He kinda hated it actually.
The cold air suddenly hit his face as soon as his mask was removed, the darkness from beneath it was replaced by the light peaking through the trees as dawn came. It hurt his eyes, his vision blurry from extreme exhaustion as it slowly came upon him.
“Woah.” Inosuke’s voice guttural and low. He was in shock what he saw before him.
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Me thinking about how many calories is in the food I see people eating
I made a thing
My blood sugar spiking and plummeting as I switch between bingeing and restricting
when you live healthy for several weeks, including regular exercise and healthy amounts of food, but you gain weight instead of losing it so you have to go back to your eating disorder
am i the only one lmao
i thout if i put it in a meme people might read it
Pls stay safe💕 Photo is mine
Myfitnesspal: you haven't logged your lunch today! Would you like to do it now?
Me: jokes on u, I don't eat
smart brain: you know you could eat 1200 and still lose weight right? like you don’t have to fucking starve yourself
ed brain:
