Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
enter this into the Google search
site:<url of site where you read the fic> <a line you remember from the fic or character names plus a unique detail>
for example:
site:http://archiveofourown.org/ Todd Margo pedicure
Google will search only AO3 and tell you which pages contain the words Todd Margo and pedicure.
REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE
REBLOG TO SAVE MY LIFE
REBLOG!!!
Not sure how common this knowledge is, but I’d like to add that if you enclose a piece of text in quotation marks, Google will search for only the exact wording of it. So if you’re lucky enough to remember an exact quote, that’s also a powerful tool. I can’t count the number of obscure tumblr posts I’ve tracked down from screenshots with just those two techniques; I’m sure it’ll work for fic too.
hello
can you please tell me to continue writing whatever the hell i am writing, because currently it seems like i'm writing nonsense
thank you
You too? Absolutely. You keep going and I'll keep going too.
I’m writing right now too and struggling a little, but I’ll keep going along with you two
Every time this post comes up on my dash i feel so fucking called out.
I dug up an old WIP yesterday and read through the entire thing, it was some 180 pages of an original story and I actually really fucking liked it??
[Of course, it was still transcendentally weird. On one hand there was a painfully beautifully scene where the trans boy comes out his crush and is worried he'll be rejected. On the other hand I discovered lines that i just. Who let me write them. Said crush, Rian, walked up to Avi who was getting flirted with by a bunch of people while preparing soil. And he just fucking says "I thought we were supposed to be using shovels for gardening, I see Avi's using hoes instead." Ngk????!!!!! 😭]
BUT WHO'S GOING TO WRITE THE REST OF IT? ME???? THIS IS HOMOPHOBIA.
Someone encourage me to write please so that my two idiot gays can have their enemies to lovers happily ever after and I can sit and be stupid with them.
WE CAN DO IT EVERYONE WRITE. IT MAY NOT LOOK GOOD TO YOU. IT DOESN'T MATTER. THE ONLY THING YOU NEED TO DO TO BE A WRITER IS, WELL. WRITE.
Alright you know what? Today's the day I drag that WIP out from its dusty little hole and write. I'll set a timer for an hour and just fucking do it.
For the record, that thing I was writing last week that I was convinced was the worst thing in the world...? I kept going. I finished it. I revised it. I sent it in. Everybody loves it so much. Even me.
grandma ate my fucking pizza
give fewer fucks. do what you want. make fucking art. be emotive. be bright. explore. try new things. be without shame. have some self-esteem. have courage
*holding both hands to the sides of my temple, struggling and sweating. A hotdog (no bun) levitates in front of my face*
Aaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhh-
*The hotdog rockets forward past my face, splattering on the wall behind me*
*places another hotdog in front of you*
Again.
"adhd isn't a disability"
breaks down over trying to start tasks until he deadline is stupidly close
unable to do basic chores unless it's like 4am and then the whole damn house gets cleaned
speaks too fast
tangent and tangent and tangent. makes social situations hard
literally unable to stop themselves from interrupting people mid sentence (and the constant "*interrupts*- sorry, please continue")
knows what they want to say, cannot find the words, even if it's something basic
auditory processing disorder (pretty common with adhd), like how do you explain that you can hear but your brain has minecraft server lag and the chat will appear soon
hyperfixations, and people thinking they are special interests when they are not (they are short term, literally stops you from basic care like eating and drinking when in)
impulse purchases making bank accounts cry
all or nothing. not hungry to pain. don't need to pee until pain. you get the picture
cannot sit still, like actually can't, constant moving and shuffling which people think would be cute but actually just pisses people off
doesn't have a fidget toy, not bc they are popular but bc they would have to put it away bc dylan over there got a fidget spinner and has been loudly playing with it (dylan is neurotypical)
cannot do anything if there is something else to do that day, must wait
just stfu it is a disability
its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix
A boy can dream, can't he?
Hey, so if you have Windows 11 installed and have been losing your mind over the fact that you can't find your own files because Windows is now prioritizing internet search results first, you can fix it by following this guide:
Stop the OS from pulling up web results when you just want files and apps.
As someone with over 900 GB of intentionally and properly named files on her computer (I do a lot of digital art and digital media work that requires high-volume files that function off of dependencies), this feature was making me furious. I followed the above instructions and can confirm that the method outlined solves the problem.
Vaporeon could probably do this in canon. Like several dex entries state they’re almost 100% water.
when you tell his spoiled ass no
Blobboreon
it's actually so funny how challenging it is to write bona fide graphic, horny smut. like people don't give smut writers enough credit. you are constantly running out of words to describe the same 2-4 body parts and same 4-6 motions. you are constantly attempting to do interesting and dynamic things in the prose with this extremely limited set of words. you are looking at your prose for the nastier bits and wondering if it actually sounds hot or if it just sounds goofy. you are then toning down your prose and then wondering if it now sounds tasteful or if it's just boring. you do ctrl+F for the word "cock" and there are 37 instances of it in the doc but you hate the 1-2 acceptable synonyms so there's nothing much you can do about it
This makes me laugh literally every time I watch it, it might be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen
A year and a half later and still nothing brings me as close to pissing myself laughing.
Three years later and the above is still true.
how does turblence even work. whoops, theres some potholes in the air up ahead
"u attract what u fear" AAAAAAAAH financial stability and rough sex
Me when I realize I can't read my gay fanfiction because AO3 is down:
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