We Need To Oppress Christian’s

something so funny when people point out art ive made is sacrilegious. you think i don't know? you think i could deface something i wasnt once ripped apart by? without loving it a little?

alpha male vs. femboy

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

I don't know man. The playplace should have been demolished, but I think it's better to chew on gum until the flavor is gone than to get bored. Things fade, you know, like plastic in the sun. Half a tube of bright pink PVC turning pink, and white, and thin.

Do you remember the Nick hotel? How the baseboards were cracked? The water park? I never went myself. It's the sort of thing that only exists in red-eyed digital photos that you printed at a Costco.

I wonder where laserdiscs ended up? Like physically, where did they all go? Iridescent sand, bismuth ozymandias. How come the speakers at the mall never worked? How come they always sounded so far away? At least the tile was clean.

Even back then, you knew you were late to something. So many rooms were too big. Not enough people showed up, I guess. I remember my dad telling me that one day TVs would become computers but it ended up the other way around. I never wore holes in my clothes, I had to buy new ones so often. He told me one day they would come in cans, you could paint a TV on the wall. Wouldn't that be something.

I met a girl at the park once who was just like me. I had snuck my Nintendo DS out in the pocket of my hoodie. Hers was silver, mine was a shade of red you don't see much anymore. We played Mario Kart under the slide where our parents couldn't see. I never saw her again. I can't think about her.

love when a dynamic is like. this would be deeply toxic for anyone else but considering the people involved this is actually far and away the healthiest option

SOMEONE GET OUR GREATEST MINDS ON THIS NOW!! THEY NEED BOOTS!

Edit it has come to my attention that I typed boots instead of boobs. However they could also use a nice pair of boots

they need to invent retractable boobs for nonbinary people (me)

The one Louis emotion that matters:

other podcasts: 0-2 swears per episode, carefully placed for maximum effect

malevolent, every 5 seconds: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST what the FUCK was that

the united states should not exist reblog if you agree

tma fandom for the past year and a half: the ambiguity of the ending was so beautiful, I love that we just Don’t Know what happened to them. Horror tragedy is a heart-wrenching but also amazing genre.

tma fans today: mARTIN? Martin my beloved bby boy?? Is here???? Is aliVe??? THANK FUCK THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG now where is my jarchivist whom I love so dearly rusty quill if you keep him from me I will never forgive you