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unicornofautism · 1 year
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butches in boxers. thank you so much.
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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she let me hit cause i died and came back wrong
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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A girl laying on me with her full weight would fix me I think. C’mere you weighted blanket you. I’ll smooch you silly if you lay on top of me pleaseee. Plus I’ll keep your bed warm. Symbiotic relationship babey
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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An important part of making art is just not doing anything. Just letting weird stuff percolate. Absorbing more or less useless information and then pinning it onto a cork board like a terrible alcoholic detective but with no thread, just things pinned to other things and most of the things are just two word phrases like ANCIENT CRAB and DIRT LABYRINTH and MEAT CASTLE that don’t mean anything. Just moving through the world, making nothing, eating bread, having prophetic dreams and letting insane thoughts build up and up and up until they can finally crystallize into something that exists outside of your body and you can enter a blissfully thought free phase of your life where you just get to glue small objects to other small objects for 18 hours straight 
Unfortunately the other part of making art is actually making it
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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“I want what she’s on.” The spectrum??
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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Reclaiming the term “sicko” for the chronically ill.
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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"This book made me insane" I say as if I was sane before
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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*develops a crush on you. but like. evilly, of course.*
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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Reposting this after adjusting a few things haha The old version was a bit too wide and I kinda want to emphasize how pointy she is
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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Nico laughing echoes with the sound of bones rattling
Hand Annabeth a few strands of thick thread while she speaks and in seconds she'll have woven the strongest rope imaginable
When Piper speaks, you swear you can hear the voices of all those you love in her words
As the sun shines on Will, his blond hair catches his father's light creating such a bright illuminance that it's impossible to look at him without squinting
When Thalia and Jason stand in a storm, self created or natural, their eyes flash with each lightning bolt that shoots through the sky
Look at Hazel for too long and you'll soon see the ghostly outline of her skull
To know what Percy is feeling, you'll only have to look at the sea around him. The ocean tells what his face does not
There's a quiet strength in Leo, if he's not careful he could crush solid metal as if it were merely clay
Frank does not need to shout to be heard, if he wished, he could speak only in a whisper and everyone would hear his words as if they'd been spoken directly in your ear. You cannot ignore War
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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girl can i she/them titties
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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when u reach a certain friendship level w me u unlock me sending u posts that fit ur aesthetic/interests. its honestly an entire love language
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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having a mixed fandom blog is kinda funny bc oh you thought you followed me for this one specific fandom? have fun when my brain fixates on a completely different genre of media<3
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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im being sentimental again but i think one of the most beautiful things to live for are those moments that explicitely and suddenly show you that you have healed and grown from something. like the day i first cried in front of a friend without feeling entirely nauseas about it and i had the really sudden and random thought that my twelve year old self would be horrified and digusted by my current self. and i had no idea when that happened, at what point i stopped being twelve and scared and started instead just letting myself feel things. it's proof i finally learnt to let people in even if i have no recollection of opening the door. and as a child reading books, i thought romantic love was the best thing that could ever happen to a person, and as a teenager with failing friendships, that dream of being saved by The Love of My Life kept me afloat. but last night i went on a date and yeah it went well, but also when i came home my two flatmates were waiting giggling in my bed like children and we all squeezed in so they could find out every silly detail, and i thought that love was just as beautiful as anything id conjured in my head. like just having those moments in life where you realise you are so different to how you once were, in ways that would both enthrall and horrify your younger self. having proof that you have grown. you have healed. you are making a life that's beautiful
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unicornofautism · 1 year
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“Girlboss x malewife” oh you mean bi4bi
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