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Gee, if only Tom Cruise and Steven Spielberg had made a blockbuster movie about how this was a bad idea.
Pond for @muskroom !
just to make things a little bit nicer around here, I'm adding some enrichment to your enclosure. I hope you like :)
Him being so happy and relaxed after a ride means so much. This winter has been hard on him mental wise. He was so so good yesterday.
what actually happened when Bakugou got kidnapped, maybe
Wherever you are, light it up and I'll find you.
Metamorphosis I love Arcane’s artstyle so much!
At 31 I was diagnosed with ADHD only to be told by parents I was diagnosed at 10 years old. So basically I've been masking for over 20 years and caused serious harm to myself physically and mentally. The prolonged masking explains almost ALL of my health problems. So that's an anger I'm not sure I'll ever get over.
Add to that one side of the family punished me when I showed any ADHD symptoms and gaslit me about my emotions and feelings regarding it so bad that now that I'm unmasked I don't know how to feel or act - everything feels wrong.
To add even more to that my Father said to not self-diagnose myself - AS IF HE WASN'T THERE WHEN I WAS DIAGNOSED AS A CHILD.
I love my Father but I'm awake at 2:30 AM just absolutely mind boggled.
I'm so tired of suffering the consequences of other people's actions. So tired.
Literally this whole time I wondered what was wrong with me. The anger bursts, the struggling to focus, the losing things constantly, the hyperfocusing, the adversion to going places where I'd have to be around people (masking), and more. I've lost so many friendships and relationships due to my symptoms - and it's fair as they shouldn't have to deal with that - but at least now I know why.
Builder: your hat has an “L” on it…
Logan: yeah, for “Log-,”
Builder: “loser”.
ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴀ ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ ⛧ 相澤消太 ✦ (ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 08) ♥
☆.。.:* ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇʀʜᴇᴀᴅ❢ .。.:*☆
"Eyes up here skinny arms"
Pen had some opinions back when Conin first moved to town
bonus:
go white boy go, dance like elmo on the toilet!
I just want to scream into the void where I pretend someone is listening but not to the point where I'm taking up any of their space. I can't sleep because I'm remembering all the broken hearted moments of my life. All the people who lied to my face and I believed them so much until the dagger landed in my spine. I'm so jaded and tired. I have no passion for anything I do that involves another person. I can't risk being hopeful if the fate lies with someone else because I will be let down. I'm trapped in place watching my dreams, the dreams I worked hard to achieve, slither away. I worked until my organs failed. My days off are when I'm sick and my bosses in the past thought I got sick too much when they were the poison.
I may have been unreasonable in the past, but I didn't know what reason was. Fair is a word I have not experienced. I suffer every consequence of another's actions and yet I am to blame. I won't take another day. I know what I deserve and it is not this. Not this.
I scream when I need to. Ignore the tears for they do not detract from the words I say nor their meaning. I am here and I will get to where I need to go with or without company. I will not wait no longer. The hourglass of life is not infinite. I will not be wasting it stuck in this cage others have built that they coaxed me into with words thick with flammable fumes.
I may not sleep as my pillow is wet, but when morning comes I will not be bound.
Storm (L'orage) (1891) by the Swedish painter Anders Zorn (1860–1920). Etching in black on wove paper.
(Picture source for storm (L'orage))