Aahh do you all remember the old ships that were once really popular and have now become forgotten? Because I do!
I remember the old popular ships like SkyLox, Merome (This one kinda lives but it isn’t like the old days), Poofless (Same as Merome tbh), SetoSolace (I still cry ;-;), MunchingUniverse, SkyMU, SsunKipz, SkyDil40, Vikklan, Setolox, SimDil40, Wooflan… And of course my favourite ship, my original OTP and the one that brought me to tumblr/shipping in general… The famous amazing lovely ship SparkAnt
This man has me in a chokehold
HAPPY 420 YOU GAVE HIM SO MANY EDIBLES
adhd is holding back tears of frustration during a test as you re-read the same sentence for the 20th time and it’s still not processing right
some ppl who grew up with siblings didnt rly Grow Up With Siblings. like if you and your brother are 10 yrs apart u just dont get it… if you had siblings within 3yrs of your age you had the genuine experience of primitive undeveloped human brains pummeling the shit out of each other because none of us have developed frontal cortices and the laws of man don’t apply in the confines of this house
Mmmmmm so true
-Let the play begin-
[OPENING SCENE]
Parent: You knew I didn’t want you to do that! Why did you do it anyway?
Me, put on the spot: uh - well, um …
Parent: what were you *thinking*?
Me, trying to sort out the thoughts of Past!Me: hmm …
—FLASHBACK—
Past Me, presented with solutions a, b, and c to handle a minor dilemma, and under a time crunch because of procrastination: i dont’ like any of these options.
My Good Instincts, zooming up & dodging past my executive dysfunction: Option B is the best one.
Me, easily persuaded: thanks, Good Instincts! I agree.
ADHD Galaxy Brain, arriving dramatically, 15 minutes late with Starbucks: but is it really the best option?
Me, instantly distracted: is it?
ADHD Galaxy Brain, an asshole: What about option D?
Good Instincts: *quickly* option d wasn’t up for consideration in the f–
ADHD Galaxy Brain: *bats Good Instincts into the sun*
ADHD Galaxy Brain: *to Me* well?
Me: I hadn’t considered option D! but I can’t remember why I didn’t consider it.
ADHD Galaxy Brain: Neither can I!
ADHD Galaxy Brain: but here, have 32 reasons why option D is definitely the best one. It took 2.8 seconds for me to come up with them, so you better appreciate it.
Me, mistaking this for critical reasoning: wow, those are all really good reasons! This is why people say you should carefully consider your options before acting.
Good Instincts: *yelling from the sun’s surface, but too far away to be understood*
Me, a fool: welp, you’ve convinced me. Option D is definitely the best one. But I feel like my instincts are trying to tell me something?
ADHD Galaxy Brain: could be. but do we really have time to check? besides, if we undo all this critical reasoning, we’ll have to start all over again, and I hate doing things twice.
Me, a person who struggles to do things even once: yeah, that sounds boring.
Me, satisfied: Option D it is! sorry, Instincts, but the feeling of foreboding your indistinct yelling gives me requires too much time&effort to understand!
—
Good Instincts, watching from the surface of the Sun as I execute option D: i SAID, your PARENTS will be ANGRY if you go with Option D!!
Good Instincts: THAT’S WHY IT WASN’T ON THE TABLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!
–END FLASHBACK–
Present Me, struggling to put words to this: …
Parent, out of patience: well????
Me: I—
Me:
Me: …
Me: i don’t know.
—FADE TO BLACK—
NARRATOR VOICEOVER, grave: the truth is, they *did* know. They remembered it all with remarkable clarity, considering how quickly their decision was made.
NARRATOR VOICEOVER: but they also knew from previous experience … that they would never have the words to explain it.
-The End-
“This Is Why You’re Always So Tired”
All of this.
days of the week;
monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee
tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides
wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies
thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence
friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight
saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop
sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers
someone should kick me off of this website for making this
Nico Robin 🌸
So my therapist has been helping me get to grips with my ADHD, and also the concept that I’m not shit at being an adult, I just can’t do things the way everyone has always told me to do them. Like every single “organize your life” books have always left me wanting to cry with frustration, and after I got hold of a copy of Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD by Susan Pinsky I realized that was because they primarily focus on “aesthetic” over “function”. And the function of most standard “organize your life books” is to “make things look Show Home Perfect”.
So the standard “hide all your unsightly things by doing xyz” may look nice for the first week or so, but by the end of the week it’ll look like a tornado made of pure inhuman frustration ripped through the house as I try to find the fucking advil.
To give you an example of the kind of hell I’ve been fumbling my way through the last 20 odd years: dishes will be washed and left in the drying wrack but never put away. Which means I can’t wash more dishes, which means dishes pile up, which means I can’t make food, which means I don’t eat, which means my CFS gets worse, which means I don’t have the energy to put the dishes away, and so on so forth until I have a meltdown, cry to ETD (who also likely has ADHD but has never had it confirmed) about how I can’t cope with life, and then we fix it for a while, but inevitably end up back at square one within about a week.
Pinsky’s solution to this was “remove an obstacle between you and your goal, if that means taking all the doors off your kitchen cabinets to make things easier, so be it.”
And lemme tell you, fucking revolutionary.
Laundry never ends up in the hamper??? why???? is it a closed hamper??? Remove the lid. Throw it out the window. Clothes are now miraculously finding their way into the hamper??? Rejoice????
Mail ends up spread out over every available flat surface? Put a sorting station right where your mail arrives. Put a shredder or “junk” basket under it. Shred or dump the junk immediately. Realize you only actually have two real letters that need attention, feel less overwhelmed, pay your bills on time.
Like I’m not saying this book is miraculous, but it did help me realize that I was effectively torturing myself by trying to conform to certain ideals of “perfect house keeping”, and presenting a certain image rather than just allowing myself to live in my space as effectively as possible. And why? Why was I doing that? Cause people with different lives and capabilities are perceived as the norm? Fuck that. If this was a physical problem I wouldn’t be forcing myself to conform to an ableist standard, so why am I doing it with this?
My lived space will never look a certain way, and that’s okay. It will never look show home perfect, and that’s okay. It will likely always be cluttered and eclectic where nothing matches, and that’s okay. Sometimes I will have odd socks on because sorting them out required too much mental energy, and that’s okay. Actually fuck sorting socks, just buy all your socks in the same color. Problem solved. Boring sure, but also one less thing to do, which means more time to hyper fixate on fun things. Which really, what else is my life for if not to write screeds and screeds of vampire shit posts, I ask you.