@fairycosmos / Comic By @shhhitsfine / Comic By @incendavery

a straw is, effectively, a long donut, hence it has one hole.

I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)

KILL HIM

LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

yes. just yes

executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.

& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”.  it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it. 

i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks. 

im trying. im trying. please help me get up.

Why is country music so edgy, it’s like farm emo.

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

shrimphony

Not as bad but as what you went through but once at my gradmothers house I was painting and I left my art book on the table to go take a piss. It was open but only on the page I was working on. My grandmother flipped through it, found some art I did of jumping off a building that I painted when I was suicidal, and called me out at the lunch table in front of the family.