some lady

being an everything crafter is great but also sucks. like i want to get my watercolors out but i need to put away my microcrochet first. i want to do some leatherwork but my oil paints are on the table. i want to whittle but i'm using the bucket i catch wood shavings in to hold my papermaking mush. i want to write my book but my hands are too busy knitting a sweater. i want to code another video game but i'm too busy studying nalebinding. do you see my problem. the problem is that i need more hands

This is how I realized i was neurodivergent. My diagnosis of ADHD shocked no one.

someone will be marked red on Shinigami eyes and you'll look on their blog to see what transphobic stuff they did and they just like. are intersex. like that's the act of transphobia they committed. they're just marked as transphobic because obviously its transphobic to be intersex ( sarcasm ). or their act of transphobia is being a trans guy. because everyone knows that being trans is transphobic ( also sarcasm ).

uninstalled because it's more false positives than real ones now :(

My pride outfit has had a significant addition this year.

See you in a few hours, champs!

oh I am so excited for this

when someone asks how you’re doing and they don’t wanna hear “idk, things are superficially okay but there’s some kind of emptiness in me that can’t be filled no matter what connections I try to make” 🙄

Crazy thing about #healing #recovery Small Victories is when you'll have some shit going on that's like, saying this would involve admitting how you used to be doing. You know? Like hey guys good news I'm gonna change my bedsheets this year

That's the thing about Doing Really Bad you kinda keep it to yourself. And then you start doing a little better & when you try to tell people this the vibe is like "what do you mean you were living in the sewer this whole time are you good?" while you're standing there like Yeah that's not the important part never mind that. I'm literally out of the sewer

They just named these by showing pictures to some elderly woman and noting down her first delighted exclamation.

me to the accursed whispering amulet: hey can you speak up please i have an audio processing disorder