#tumblr tag journaling works

[avocadolaw]

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[faunandfloraas]

im so glad im not the only person that looks at seungmin and goes "❓tism❓" bc he is Way Too Relatable to me as a person w autism

yeah..... like I say it in jest but also..... well, yk. sometimes you notice something and you notice something and you notice something and you go Hmmmm

[alteredmentality]

throwback to when i was an avid scrapbooker over the summer (ignore my atrocious handwriting☹️)

[foxclcves]

☕🍂 compilation of autumnal prompts

overcast skies

corn mazes

scarecrows

baking

sitting fireside

making s'mores

carving pumpkins

apple cider

rainy days

pumpkin patch

autumn walk

decorating

hay ride

apple picking

farmer's market

picnic

bookstores

festival

bundling up

flannel

hiking

first frost

leaves

spices

haunted houses

matching costumes

trick or treat

ghosts

homemade

movie night

candy bowl

black cat

golden hour

foraging

park bench

sunrise

candles

visit

memories

trees

pine cones

harvest

acorns

reading

fauna

cemeteries

traditions

full moon

creature comforts

cold hands

handmade

embers

cozy

arts 'n' crafts

sunset

[shespillsherself]

I was just somewhere out of countless marching places and there was no part of the farewell.

[strawberrybyers]

posted on facebook an image from one of the sets of stranger things to see if any of my 80’s babies/children/teens/adults fam members or whoever might be familiar with the lore and give me the insight.

i wrote out the post so formal though so they couldn’t get a whiff of the fact i am not asking because i intend to write an article for cinemablend but instead for my tumblr blog so my fellow mentally ill queers and i can go insane over a piece of prop to prove one of the hundreds of theories we all have ping ponging between us

[morelikesin]

This, the proof of my existence,

Let this be the catalyst

of my love

of my dignity

and the evidence of my belief

in my body to serve everything

beyond myself.

"Aldrnari."

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A lengthy passage of my writing including a transcript of the above images beneath the cut. Translations will be in the replies.

This, the proof of my existence,

Let this be the catalyst

of my love

of my dignity

and the evidence of my belief

in my body to serve everything

beyond myself.

Through the harsh winds against the mountain face, the short bowings of Frea’s tagelharpa - strings played loose and softly - reverberated against the ice of the glaciers and the cold snow cushioning the land beneath their feet: the chill both a reminder of their living against heated skin, and the preservation of everything before them in its still permanence. From the horn, blowing distant into the dark, vibrant beauty of the night sparkling with glittery snow and stars that melted into the aurora within a canvas of black and violet night, was a sense of grounding.

So much had happened, and so much will - but for now, they stood, alive, atop the mountain face. It would, for now, be enough.

A night so still, and yet so alive, to be relished in with grace and weeping humbleness. What is to come after will be the same as it had before: the world will continue to turn, with them in it or not.

Raising a hand to their chest, Blóðhundr’s fingers grasped the jaw hanging from the leather string of their necklace. It felt frozen underneath the mercy of the biting wind. Tentative and slow, they began to drag the jewelry upward - pulling it off of their neck by lifting it above their head; looking down at what was a gift from their beloved, from a time that felt so long ago. They supposed it was.

Their other hand lifted the cover of their journal. Upon the pages that proved their existence in the form of their poem written from the previous night, they, after one more longing look upon the smooth, gently yellowed bone of teeth and mandible, thumbing over the divets of the mandibular and mental foramen, placed the coyote’s jaw onto the pages for weight.

Ný sól rís,

Ný dögun,

Með sóma,

Með kærleik.

“Aldrnari

Eldr bal bruni.”

“Hyr hiti

Logi seyðir.”

Through winds to sky,

The birds to keep cawing,

The wind to keep blowing,

with or without

you and me.

“Aldrnari

Eldr bal bruni.”

Unfettered in my mourning,

Jǫrð be our will

In our deaths and what life we've left to live.

“Hyr hiti

Logi seyðir.”

Heilir, mín nýr byrjun,

Með virðingu

Do I lay you to rest.

"Elddansurin."

“Aldrnari

Eldr bal bruni.”

Sofna upp frá þessu;

Mercy unto you

As you have given to me.

"Elddansurin."

“Hyr hiti

Logi seyðir.”

Að elska,

My greatest weakness,

Cradled by you:

My favorite memory.

"Elddansurin."

“Aldrnari

Eldr bal bruni.”

Leyf mik vilja þ��nn skilja.

“Elddansurin.”

“Hyr hiti

Logi seyðir.”

My traust into you I give

My body yours to carve

Your blóð mine to bear

And your grave mine to keep.

“Elddansurin.”

“Aldrnari

Eldr bal bruni.”

For now,

We lay in each other's arms

Flesh and bones in Earth's embrace

For what brevity we are allowed to be.

“Hyr hiti

Logi seyðir.”

May death be our home

As life was our respite;

Hann þarf þinn styrk.

Þú þarft hjarta hans frjótt.

[averlym]

whshdfhfjf.,,,

[fishbats]

6 more journal spreads I made for my ocs! 🪄 (part 1 here)

[chipjrwibignaturals]

i love having autism. i wouldnt want it to change. but like....., damn that sense of social isolation has got HANDS

[ljubimaya]

Maybe if I go to sleep now I could have enough energy to write and do other productive stuff tomorrow

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

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[autumnalwalker]

Writer Bingo

Thank you for the tag, @ceph-the-ghost-writer.

Passing the (it's always optional with all of these games even if I forget to explicitly specify) tag to @sleepyowlwrites, @void-botanist, @blind-the-winds, @stesierra, @winterandwords, and an open tag to anyone else who wants to play.

How-to: Click this link to get a card and mark it up. Share it. Tag some others.

[shespillsherself]

Last night I dreamt of unknown path, it was quite a safe place to hold on.

[beesetc]

trying to make drawing fun again!!

[toomanywordsnllines]

Me: *goes to get checked for ADHD*

The therapist, 20 minutes in: ... Have you looked... Into autism?

*Session continues*

The therapist, at the end: ... Yeah I'm... Going to talk with some colleagues who specialize in autism... Hope you don't mind...