It’s so weird how sometimes when I read a poem it just feels like a bunch of words and sometimes when I read a poem it feels like someone ripping my heart out of my body and throwing it at my face at 90 mph
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It’s so weird how sometimes when I read a poem it just feels like a bunch of words and sometimes when I read a poem it feels like someone ripping my heart out of my body and throwing it at my face at 90 mph
adhd is having super amplified introspection yet zero self-awareness or decision making skills. i literally never stop overthinking absolutely everything but if you ask me how i am? i dont know. am i enjoying myself? i dont know. my opinion? i dont know. my favorite? i dont know. am i lying? i dont know. do i want this? i dont know. trust my gut feeling? it changes every second. which of these is better? i cant breathe. just pick one? eating glass would hurt less
me: *sees Harrison Ford trending on twitter*
me:
B99 + Text Posts
Bonus:
friend: why are men like this
me: *pulls PDFs out of nowhere* you see when the agricultural revolution started
have you tried yelling
i have no idea what youre referring to but of course ive tried yelling
more than it hurts you // the front bottoms
Must be nice to be a man and feel absolutely zero guilt or concern while you sit on your arse in front of the tv as your wife frantically runs herself into the ground with the never ending grind of holiday cooking/cleaning/gifting/wrapping/decorating/tidying/arranging/crafts/familial politics
it always bewilders and offends me that at family gatherings all of the women are up cleaning, cooking, clearing the table after dinner, bringing snacks out, etc., and all of the men are just relaxing and sitting around. I’m also up cleaning, clearing peoples’ plates, etc., because I’m expected to do that as a female, while my male cousins get to sit around and chill. Even the male relatives that I like just sit around and chat and don’t seem to notice that my sister and I are constantly being called into the kitchen and they’re not.
so anyway yeah if you’re a male you should seriously try to pay attention to who’s doing all the work and who’s allowed to sit and chill (probably you) and maybe like, get up and insist on helping…
who else out here rockin’ memory problems!!!
I don’t fuckin remember posting this
shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation
self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void
May we suggest a Soothing Bath™ instead
all i wanna do is *nerf gun shot* *nerf gun shot* *barbie cash register noise*
me, left on read: literally the last time i text a person ever i am an island
them: [texts back]
me: shit
me, after indulging in a new obsession so completely i let it consume my every waking moment: