HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS
AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT
I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT
I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.
EVEN WHEN I HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE I FORGET WHICH WAY THE L GOES AND PEOPLE HAVE TO REMIND ME
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
REALLY IS BATMAN
I’ve had my blog for two years, and not once have I ever cried at a post, even at all the sad things I’ve seen and reblogged and liked. But this, for some reason, made me cry, out of all posts.