Title.

however, as someone dx with adhd + incapable of sitting still for even a minute (actually right at this moment i am writing this instead of reading the book sitting open in front of me), i do feel like a lot of ppl do not realize that not all readings are designed to be read like a novel.

as in, it's ok + normal + good to need to reread a paragraph several times, to only read part of a book, to have to research or reference words or concepts in order to grasp the reading, to skip over large chunks of text which are not relevant to your expertise, to continue reading despite not understanding a concept. this is something 'neurotypical' academics do frequently + many of these texts, especially contemporary ones, were designed with this in mind.

there are many ppl with accessibility needs that are not being met by academic texts at this time! many texts (in my humble opinion) are unnecessarily complex in order to show off or hide the fact that they have no idea what they're talking about.

my little sister

assad zaman

My little sister

Cloudabserk’s little sister

Assad Zaman

Ryan Gosling

Legitimately just had one of the worst meals of my entire life. I am still sitting here, trying to come to terms with what I just put inside my body. The orange chicken was drenched in what I can only call a carcinogenic slime. It tasted like how bug spray smells. I felt myself actively eroding the more I ate, but shit, it was $16 bucks. I kept going in spite of myself. I should've known better. The chlorine they call a sauce seeped into every spongey pore of the chicken's squishy exterior. Despite the uncooked batter bathing in liquid cum, the chicken itself was a dry, chewy muskrat texture, one that forced you to choke up even the smallest pieces you dared to swallow. The honey sesame chicken was an ice-cold cat's tongue, and the associated veg was mildewy and wilted. If you could cook the flavor of rot into something, then that's what they did to this food. I am not even joking, the chow mein tasted like a cigarette. I imagine they dumped an entire fucking bottle of liquid smoke into the noodle, with the intention of hurting and hopefully killing me. I can't imagine good, conscientious people making food like this. Everyone there was a hateful person. Maybe they weren't even people.