I feel like this is something my wife would write. The only reason I know it’s not her is she isn’t 25. She won’t tell me her Tumblr name.
leather is the halfway point between wood and fabric. and wood is halfway between fabric and metal. fabric is halfway between liquids and metal and liquids are halfway between clouds and fabric. having come back to fabric the best kinds are cotton, linen, and rayon. these are just the laws of nature
Why are universities and colleges obsessed with packing as much as possible into a shortened term? I’m trying to figure out where and what I want to get degree in, and I keep running into the issue of 6.5-8 week terms that are normally 14-16 weeks long.
It’s fine and dandy if you can adjust to that schedule and learning pace, but I have several disabilities that make this extreme learning obsession impossible and very defeating. Not everyone can do that and so many schools don’t accommodate for that because it’s built into the basic degree structure! Does anyone else feel the insanity of this? Get your degree in half the time but burn out before you finish. That’s super healthy! /sarcasm
I’m somewhere between 4 & 5, closer to 5, with a dash of ADHD wtf-ness. Almost all of my brain noise is audio, and I have to really focus to see a vague shape of anything.
i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing
Horses is always up there. Weather. Maps. The post office. Music.
What's the topic that gets your more excited than any other? Is it more than one?
Mine is graveyards and anything to do with space!
When you've been traumatized in ways that made you question your worth, going through hard or stressful times in the future can make it harder for you to believe in your worth in the present. This is especially true if your present hardships activate past traumas. I'd just like to remind you that your worth is immeasurable and does not diminish even when you cannot see it. You have immense worth. You always did, and you have it still.
My 5th birthday party was circle themed. I had a circle cake, everyone surrounded me in a circle to sing “happy birthday circle.” And I screamed at them if they didn’t listen to me.
Terrifying meltdown occurred over a wiffle ball bat, a piñata, and my grandmother, who wouldn’t stop talking so I could listen for the “whistle” like my dad taught me.
If/when you have children please let them (as soon as they're able) pick the theme of their birthday parties.
The girl who used to do my hair let her toddler pick the theme of her 3rd birthday and she chose Target. Like, the store. So everything was red and white and covered in bullseyes and I'm just so full of joy looking at the pictures on Facebook right now because it is obvious that this little girl is having the time of her life and that her parents put so much love and creativity into making the decorations and cupcakes.
Children will come up with some of the best and most fascinating ideas if you let them.
Please reblog this. In cases where regimes refrain from committing human rights violations out of fear of publicity, it's not because a few people knew about it. It's because the whole world is watching. We need to make the whole world aware of this.
It almost seems like non-disabled people have a harder time accepting when a chronically disabled person will never get better - and maybe even deteriorate over time, than the affected person has.
"Aww don't lose hope"
There is no hope to be had? Stop pushing your toxic positivity down my throat when I have come to terms with my situation and am grieving already.
Losing hope is what has given me an ounce of peace of mind. This is what life is now. It's not your grief, it's mine.
I hope he found someone Better that was worthy of being with him. I would have loved that date!
Where is this man? Asking for a friend. That friend is me.
AuDHD culture is watching your favourite shows over and over again because it's safe, and you love them
36F.AuDHD.INFP.Hufflepuff.Taurus.Mostly crafty, neurodivergent, astrology, and random things I enjoy.
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