resident-cat-expert:

Playing Pokemon Go on my college campus is an absolutely surreal experience. Hundreds (I’m not exaggerating) of grown ass adults, walking around at 1am with their phones out, all completely confident in the knowledge that they are participating in a group activity. The corroboration is effortless. A dozen Pokestops with activated lures lit up the area with a drizzle of flower petals. Shouts of “I got it!” and “Yeah team ____!” filled the air. A group of people passing by you in the opposite direction would excitedly tell you where all the coolest Pokémon were. “There’s a growlithe up by Parker Hall!” A couple would race by to try and catch a scyther before their phones died. It’s just so pure and innocent and magical.

But perhaps the best part of all is when my mother called me, from many states away, to tell me about how my autistic sister voluntarily left the house to walk around and catch Pokémon.