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I cannot believe my dash did this.
just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough.
can't wait til i get vaccinated so i can go to goodwill and replace my entire wardrobe with only things that a gay magician or deeply amoral bartender aboard a space station (also gay) would wear
things are going to be difficult. But you
are going to be difficulter
thats the spirit!!!!! be a problem to your problems!!!!!!!!! mark your territory! !!!!!!!
Also instead of “problem behaviour” call it “distressed behaviour” for a more accurate picture of what the person is actually facing
I can’t reblog this enough, I will do it every damn time I see it from now to death.
When someone frames your mental health issues as attention seeking behavior, problem behavior, or any other negatively-coded context, it creates an environment that makes you feel guilty, wrong, and selfish for struggling with things outside of your control. As a result, serious issues are allowed to arise in the absence of support.
one time when I was 13 I took a mirror selfie with a digitial camera in the dressing room of a community theatre and there was a whole apparition in it. A man's torso and arms and legs. Totally and clearly manifested. We all freaked out about it for a day & then absolutely moved on. Then I lost the SD card. Who does that?????
Imagine you're a dead man who finally concentrated the energy to physically manifest in a photo, perhaps to reach out to the living world, and the girl in charge of the only evidence of your post mortem existence in this realm forgot to take her adderral that day.
that's the reality for that man. I just lost him and forgot about it until three minutes ago.
do u think he's vengeful now
i could go back and look for him but what if he's mad at me i cant handle that sort of confrontation. what if he is powerful now
Not to rain on your ghost story parade, but is there any chance you took a picture in a two-way mirror?
I need you to understand that this was a 180-year-old community theater with literally rotting walls that was basically falling apart in every single corner. And if someone had installed a two way mirror in the community dressing room used by both men and women, somehow, without bringing the entire building down on top of them, and proceeded to watch all of us do things while dressed in clearly antique clothing, that doesn't demystify anything. That is 100 times more compelling than a ghost. That's the phantom of the opera.
@spiritspodcast
sign up for the gold package of ADHD today and experience the following moods:
The Loop - opening and closing the same three websites in succession for 15 minutes at a time before realizing that there’s not going to be anything new or worth doing on those websites (my three are Tumblr, Youtube and Wikipedia)
The Ack - seeing you have a new message and, though you have no evidence that it’s anything even remotely noteworthy let alone negative, feel intense dread and procrastinate looking at the message for 30 minutes/5 hours/a week
The Shimmy - changing sitting/laying positions every 5 minutes because god dammit i’m not going to be able to focus on whatever task i need to do if I feel any unwelcome physical sensation
The Ol’ Razzle Dazzle - making a hot beverage for yourself and then putting it down slightly out of reach and then not drinking it until 45 minutes later when it has already gone cold
The Bellwether - scrolling on Tumblr and getting the urge to google something/look up something on Wikipedia, but you keep scrolling and forget what you wanted to look up so you frantically scroll back to the thing that prompted you to think about looking the other (un)related thing up in the first place
The Bop - earnestly insisting that you’re not anxious because the other person sees your leg bouncing and thinks that you’re about to go postal
The Poison Dart - hearing someone say something problematic out loud and freezing because, while you want to correct them gently, you also feel intense dread and RSD that if you even so much as suggest dissent the person will immediately and commensurately stab you to death or snap their fingers and open a trapdoor to hell beneath you
The Ghost Breath - realizing you haven’t texted your friend back/at all/in 3 weeks and thinking “Hmmm, I need to do that” and then you don’t do it and much more time passes by
The Stim Package - eating an entire family-sized bag of chips in one sitting because having something to chew on helped you concentrate, at least a little
The Bullfrog - going to get something that you don’t use often but you know exactly where it is and then it’s not there and you just keep going back to that spot 5 more times before realizing you lost it or it’s somewhere else completely different (like, not even in the same building)
The Morning Mist - regularly forgetting what recent life events actually happened and which ones were from extremely vivid dreams
The Seesaw Rivet - feeling like a wounded child who is about to get in trouble during every interaction you have even as you are entering your mid-to-late-20s and genuinely wondering when that pattern is ever going to stop if ever
The Pull-Apart Muffin - having ADHD and about 3 other diagnoses and wondering what is even what anymore
people with adhd be counting on their fingers not because they cant count but because otherwise theyll forget how much theyve counted. im people with adhd
the inherent romance of literally everything when you’re a sentimental bitch
This is Staying In Your Own Lane 101
[internal dialogue] “What the- that guy’s got horns! That’s not normal. Well, not gonna ruin my day.”
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nurture your inner child!!! play games, explore, run through a field, laugh loudly and joyfully, make art just for the fun of it, try new hobbies not as a new side gig but as something to make you smile and calm you down; you’re not too old you’re never too old to start learning how to skateboard or ride a bike or go ice skating or eat a giant ice cream cone or play hide and seek or color in coloring books or watch cartoons or make silly faces or sing at the top of your lungs and dance badly. there is so much in this world that can cause pain so embrace JOY when it moves you, don’t be afraid
the most fucked up fictional universe is all those mouse movies where mice have a secret society underneath human society where they’re fighting mouse versions of the same wars and have the same religious oppression and each have a human version of themselves
Why does Mouse Victorian London have a military campaign in Mouse Afghanistan in The Great Mouse Detective?
What does Mouse England gain from the continued occupation of Mouse Afghanistan
Mouse Opium
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I’m talkin’ necromancer, but in a hands-on kind of way. I’m talkin’ rubber boots thick with freshly-turned mud. I’m talking palms all calloused from the effort of it all. I’m talking biceps. I’m talkin ruddy cheeks and a tan. I’m talkin shoving spell components into ratty overalls and scribblin’ incantations in the old almanac. I’m talkin bringing back Patches ‘cause the mice got in the grain and no one else was quite as good at chasin pests away. I’m talkin asking the old donkey if she wouldn’t mind another spin, only the mare’s just exhausted what havin just had twins. I’m talking grandpa said, before he went, that he felt he wasn’t done, and he’s really gonna miss the golden wheat under sun. And who am I, in the end, to deny a dyin’ wish?
I’m talkin bringing a yellowed lantern into a field of moonlight and puttin up a scarecrow you’d swear just waved back.
u know what i constantly think about