“Just as their thought processes are complex, so are their emotions. Linda Silvennan, a prominent specialist in the field of the gifted and talented, notes: The intricate thought processes that mark these individuals as gifted are mirrored in the intricacy of their emotional development. Idealism, self-doubt, perceptiveness, excruciating sensitivity, moral imperatives, desperate needs for understanding, acceptance, love - all impinge simultaneously. Their vast emotional range make them appear contradictory: mature and immature, arrogant and compassionate, aggressive and timid. Semblances of composure and self-assurance often mask deep feelings of joy; feeling incredibly alive; and experiencing even the greatest pain [as] ecstatic and full of life (Piechowski, 1991 cited in Grant, 1995, p.133).”
— Drawing the Line: The Adjustment and Maladjustment of Gifted Children. OMG, stop talking so accurately about me! Stop the insanity! (via amarantoseverlasting)
I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.
It’s difficult to explain your obessions right?
It’s difficult to explain why you get tired after just 2-3 hours of socializing right?
It’s difficult to explain why making decisions takes so long right?
It’s difficult to explain your sensitivities, the noise around you, people walking by, the light, the jokes that make you feel uncomfortable?
It’s difficult to explain why your overthinking is actually just you thinking right?
It’s difficult to explain your needs and wants to your friends, or your parents saying that they shouldn’t click their pen, shake their leg, shouldn’t be too close right?
It’s difficult to explain why you can’t relax and stop obsessing analysing people right?
It’s difficult to explain your wordfinding difficulties or the reason why you’re talking too fast right?
It’s difficult estimating if you’re friends or not, if you’re friends enough to go up and talk to someone right?
It’s difficult not to obsess about something you like and then after a few months find another obsession wondering if you will ever find your calling right?
It’s difficult to explain why you feel so down and tired and keep focusing on the negatives even after a pretty good day, your obsessive mind keeps reminding you of the little details people dont even remember you doing or saying it right?
It’s difficult to be in this world where ‘’other’’ people seems to know it all, seems to have it all. Nice group of friends, amazing socialising skills where it seems so easy to come up with new stuff to talk about right?
With or without the diagnosis you know you best. it doesn’t make your problems less real with no diagnosis.
Disclaimer: these are just the ways others and myself have perceived the song. Art is all about perception so if you don’t see it that way then that’s fine!
This is home by Cavetown (aro)
I would do anything for love (but I won’t do that) by meatloaf (ace)
This is gospel by Panic! (you can interpret this as aro or aroace even though that’s not technically what the songs about)
That’s so us by Allie X (could be seen as aroace friendship)
Solo by Clean Bandit (demisexual)
Hey look ma, I made it by Panic! At the Disco (asexual)
Never been in love by Will Jay (aro and aroace)
You matter to me by Sara Bareilles (all aspec and everyone in general)
Ace of hearts by Zella Day (ace)
If our love is wrong by Callum Scott (ace)
The other by Tonight Alive (aroace, all aspec)
Wild Things by Alessia Cara (all aspec)
My song by Alessia Cara (all aspec)
When I asked if anyone would be interested in me making this a lot of people made it clear they wanted songs that weren’t romantic or sexual so I made this extra playlist of songs that have some kind of deep meaning, a lot have to do with mental illness.
Disconnect by clean bandit and marina and the Diamonds
Better off dead by sleeping with sirens (tw: mentions of wanting death, suicidal thoughts)
Anklebiters by Paramore
Monster by Paramore
Fear and loathing by Marina and the Diamonds
Morning I’m America by Jon Bellion
Dizzy by Waterparks
How to Save a Life by The Fray
Daydreamer by Young the Giant
Don’t dream it’s over by Crowded House
I’ll be good by Jaymes Young
We’ve got soul by Chapel
I’m not calling you a liar by Florence and the Machine
Talk to me by Cavetown
Earth by Sleeping at Last
Stupid Now by Drew Monson
Waves by Tonight Alive
Not so bad in LA by Allie X
Two Time by Jack Stauber
Choirs by Ashe
We fall apart by we as human
Runaway train by soul asylum
Drift away by Dobie Gray
Stay out by Nina Nesbitt
Spirits by the strumbellas
Idaho by Nerina Pallot
December by Ambershades
Marianne by Tori Amos
In the 99 by Vienna Teng
Alone in Crowds by Uhre
Maybe Not by Cat Power
Ran and File by Moses Sumney
Stoned Soul Picnic by Laura Nyro
Isolde’s Very Insightful Views on Going To
Work and Suicide by beißpony
This Is Me by Davey La
Photograph by Satellites
If All I Was Was Black by Mavis Staples
The Girl Who Broke in Two by Paul
Freeman
Shadow Room by Craig and Paul Freeman
Hooray for Tom by Bruce Hornsby
Heroes by 100 Year War
Jimmy Choos by Rickie Lee Jones
Pet Cemetery by Joe Innes & The
Cavalcade
Medusa by Tyler Lyle
The Minnow and the Trout by A Fine Frenzy
5th Avenue Bar by Dylan LeBlanc
The Grass is Green by Nelly Furtado
Ether Halo by John MacLeod
Something Worth Voting For by DC Cardwell
We’re All Mad In Our Own Way by Natasha Bedingfield
Small Talk by Spleen
Bird set free by Sia
Unstoppable by Sia
(Note: I will be adding to this regularly, if you have any songs you want me to add then let me know)
My only moods are
High empathy
Anxious Anxious anxious!!
I AM GOD
Dissociate
The pure embodiment of rage
“That’s a thing?”
Chill or ticked: there is no in-between
“Lets go around the room and introduce ourselves!” *internal screaming *
Probably has a drawer full of interesting knick-knacks
Sometimes picture-shy
*phone rings * “My clock is making weird noises again…”
Knows a lot, can’t put their knowledge into words very well
Knows more people in books than in real life
“I’ve lost all faith in humanity.”
“If you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”
— Neil Gaiman (via quotebook-in)
I took my meds too close to bedtime again and I need you all to know the dream I had last night involved Robin Williams becoming the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Not, a character portrayed by Robin Williams, just Robin Williams as himself running around Hogwarts doing wandless magic and being as loud and big as possible because and I quote before I forget:
“Listen, children, I’m not saying all this bad shit that is happening isn’t scary and you shouldn’t be concerned–because you should!–but I’m telling you this now for free. Life is a boggart, it’s the biggest boggart of them all. You never know what it’s going to look like one moment to the next. And sometimes you just gotta laugh. It’s okay to laugh. It’s part of the grieving process. You need to grieve before you can heal. But it’s okay to laugh while you’re doing it.”
I didn’t wake up right after that, some more stuff happened in a hazy sort of way as the dream began to dissolve into conciousness, but I remember him yelling Expecto Patronum as he punched a Death Eater in the face. Because sometimes, evidently, you have to make your own happy memories.
I'd probably think I was a bitch lol
In 7 days, Marvel will prove to me whether or not they are fucking stupid enough to kill off Tony Stark when his character arc has been building towards retirement and fatherhood.
Just let him be, for fucks sake. Pepper doesn’t need a dead fiance. Rhodey and Happy don’t need a dead friend. Peter doesn’t need to lose a father-figure for the 3rd time in a row.
I still get this as a member of MENSA. If I divulge this, there’s almost an expectation that I will then burst forth with something unbelievable – I’ll pluck out L’inverno from The Four Seasons on my uvula, or bend office furniture with my mind, or recite the entire periodic table in under twenty-six seconds.