Someone Passed Me A Note In My Math Class And When I Opened It It Was A Drawing Of A Hare. The Hare Looked

reasons I could be confused

my brain completely skipped out on processing the context of the situation

things were worded weirdly and thus, my brain went wild with interpretations and none of them correct apparently

I misunderstood completely (see above point)

I didn’t hear you correctly (if verbal like on the phone or skype call or ya know, in person. The horror)

My brain was making racket and so I didn’t catch the first half of what you just said

^ that but I didn’t catch the second half

I disassociated mid-convo and now the only thing I’m thinking about is that time I screwed up a social interaction six years ago and so now I’m confused because you’re talking about something completely different

^ is literally worse if it was verbal because I promise you, I caught nothing you just said

I was thinking about something when you started speaking and you were just a faint whisper in the background and now that I realize you were talking to me, I pretend that I totally know what you were talking about and give a general answer and hope it wasn’t a question

it was a question and now I just want to die 

I’m trying to pay attention but I got distracted halfway through and started thinking about that bird I saw at Taco Bell and have no idea what is going on when I come back to reality

literally, most of the time, I just did not grasp the context of the situation

I have problems processing what the hell people are talking about

I am having a conversation with three people at the same time and it takes my brain a good bit before it switches

disassociation is a bastard and one I’m well-acquainted with

you could say disassociation and I are dating tbh

I legit heard nothing of what you said, your presence is being questioned as whether it’s real or not, and everything in my brain is on fire like that episode on Spongebob

honestly it could be the most Neurotypical reason which is that I’m tired and am not on my a-game. 

It happens, my dude

i'll stop liking villains when media decides to stop making them so goddamn attractive

can you look the moon in the face. when you stare at the palm of your hand how far away does it feel; are you in your bones or are you only watching them move. when you feel things is it an echo or is it a ripple; the wake of an emotion that you ride on, unsure how long you’ll spend with seawater in your mouth instead of your lungs again. when you speak your name does it belong to you or do the letters tumble out already leaving, running. does every moment happen on a delay, so you are witnessing life through a hole cut in a sun visor, telescoped, down a chamber, in a wet room somewhere else, to someone else, to someone not-you. does your life happen elsewhere, behind a door you closed or was closed on you, behind a wall you built or else was built out of you, beyond or inside a growing rip you never quite learned how to mend; belonging to some distant skeleton who cannot hear you begging: please, please, please, for the love of god, let me come home again.

Sadie Sink as Ziggy Berman in Fear Street Part Two: 1978

#Protect her at all costs

Ross

THIS IS THE FUTURE LIBERALS WANT

im not like other girls . im worse

My History teacher taught me about a man named John Vacuno, the man that invented every vaccine and died in 1880 from painting his hair red with lead paint.