Your Luck Is Gonna Change, Girl

I be like “im trying my best” and then sleep 15 hours a day

guys again please please please please please please please think critically about those posts that are like “i didn’t realize [really common or nonspecific thing] was an adhd thing and doesn’t apply to neurotypicals/anyone else at all!!” bc a lot of the time they are completely unfounded (sometimes frankly insane) and give people really messed up ideas about the differences between nd and nt people and how those differences work. and that shit doesn’t help anybody in any way! you don’t have to pathologize and essentialize everything you do, and you shouldn’t build up firm definitional barriers between neurotypes that don’t really exist. i’m talking about that friendship post specifically rn which is a prime example (come on, you can’t characterize how all people of a certain neurotype manage something as infinitely complex as human friendship), but it applies to SO many other things i’ve seen floating around i feel like i make this post every other day. the mental math thing comes readily to mind too.. honestly just think about these things before u spread them like true information, check the sources or go find sources at least.. please

Why is it that bullies can always tell you’re lgbt or like neuroatypical way before you can 😭

New diagnostic tool: a middleschooler

am I your sexiest psychiatric patient be honest

romance? like in those hozier songs? you know that’s not real, right?

Have you ever looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing or eating and just smile bc you like them so much

I hate when people use the phrase “what have I done” because then sweet jesus what have I done become a thief in the night become a dog on the run have I fallen so far and is the hour so late that nothing remains but the cry of my hate the cries in the dark that nobody hears here where I stand at the turning of the years if there’s another way to go I missed it twenty long years ago my life was a war that could never be won they gave me a number and murdered valjean when they chained me and left me for dead just for stealing a mouthful of bread yet why did I allow that man to touch my soul and teach me love he treated me like any other he gave m

oh to be the person in someone’s heart shaped locket