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Colored Pencil Drawings
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Colored Pencil Drawings

Colored Pencil Drawings

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Isole Eolie, 2015

Isole Eolie, 2015

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need to eat out an anxious over-achiever girl so good she sleeps for hours while i cook her food in the underwear she just came in

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The Kiss, Auguste Rodin 1840 -1917            

The Kiss, Auguste Rodin 1840 -1917            

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“How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour / Hold Still (via bnmxfld)

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Tiles, Gustav Klimt

Tiles, Gustav Klimt

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Ivan Pokidyshev Silence, 2023 Oil On Canvas.

Ivan Pokidyshev Silence, 2023 Oil on canvas.

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Also A Poem From The New, Unreleased Collection. Very Possibly My Own All-time Favourite.

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

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... Stained Glass ...

... stained glass ...

National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia

The stained-glass ceiling forms an abstract puzzle, a vibrant mosaic of color and light that transforms the space.

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Can I Come With You? Wherever You're Going?

Can I come with you? Wherever you're going?


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Seems unreasonable that I should be expected to continue Being A Person while my brain is stewing in a thick marinade of Emotions™

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To be me but never be.

Second tier. Afterthought.

A message? Maybe. Probably not.

Pretty good. Good enough.

Forever second-guessing.

Oh, you’re still here?

Definitely likeable.

Totally forgot you told me that.

One-sided connection.

Do you really know me?

Do you want to? Or care to?


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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

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And now for something completely different.

Photograph of a colourful, somewhat roughly-made clay teapot decorated in splotches of red, yellow and blue. It has four different spouts of various lengths pointing in different directions.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

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[ID: A timeline labeled "Hyperfixation timeline". All of the font is Comic Sans. Each point of the timeline points to a box with an accompanying doodle.

The first point of the timeline is labeled "so much yapping and theorizing and connecting the dots and—", accompanied by an unhinged person at a corkboard. Their pupils are red and staring at the viewer. The label and line on the timeline is also red. The line on the timeline goes up sharply.

The second point of the timeline is labeled "I can't believe I did all of that. That was embarrassing.", accompanied by the person staring awkwardly at the viewer. The line on the timeline goes down sharply. The text and line are black. 

The third point of the timeline is labeled "Oh god fuck I can feel it coming back", accompanied by the person holding their chest as if they were having a heart attack. The label is black, but the line is a dark red. The line creeps upwards again, but then goes back down. 

The fourth point of the timeline is labeled "Haha that was actually just a bluff", accompanied by the person laughing. The line is flat. The text and line are black. 

The fifth and final point of the timeline is labeled "hyperfixation demon", accompanied by the person looking upwards at the timeline in fear as the hyperfixation demon (drawn in red) lurks behind them. The label has an arrow pointing to the hyperfixation demon. The line and label are in red, with the line going up sharply again. /END ID]

What I mean when I do not control the hyperfixation.

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“I have so much to say to you that l am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, From A Letter Featured In The Letters Of Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 Heart Mind To Mind Conversations 🎀
 Heart Mind To Mind Conversations 🎀
 Heart Mind To Mind Conversations 🎀
 Heart Mind To Mind Conversations 🎀

heart mind to mind conversations 🎀

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Dearest Swirly Brain,

Dearest swirly brain,

I know that most days you hate yourself.

You hate feeling so out of control, so burdensome.

Dark fog and rapid heat consume every fold, every corner.

You want peace, or relief.

But dearest swirly brain, you are more.

You are a culmination of decades of feelings and LIFE.

Vibrancy and light and contrast.

You are always moving.

Evolving. Changing. Learning.

You are so wildly and authentically human.


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