"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝."

happy Thursday the 20th

Monster Falls,,, save me Monster Falls

selfshippers we need to be making more 'marysue' selfinserts. im talking crazy powers im talking loud designs im talking having at least 8 canon characters in love with them. im talking crazy backstory im talking canon-breaking storylines im talking earth shattering plot twist catalysts. like. seriously who is going to stop you the f/o police? yeah ok bud try me ill make them one of my unrequited lovers too.

pr*ship c*mship etc dni.

Do you feel that? The Earthquakes?

Not trying to trauma dump, but this has been my life for as long as I can remember. Before I started suspecting I had some form of audhd, I had a really difficult time unmasking in front of anybody that wasn't my dad for years (I still struggle there). It's especially discouraging when family, friends, and peers had rejected me or were freaked out when I showed signs of those behaviors, even before I was aware of it. Masking seems awesome and great until you're the one suffering for someone else's comfort. Reading everyone's experience has honestly been super cathartic and it comforts me to know I'm not some monster for simply being myself or having a different way of functioning.

Sending love to all my neurodivergent pookies! ❤

My doctor and therapist: now with this autism + ADHD diagnosis you need to learn to unmask because masking all the time will make you burn out again and feel like shit

Other people: well it's just interesting how after getting the diagnosis you suddenly start behaving like that I mean I'm not saying you're faking it's just funny how you suddenly cannot be normal like you were before

Girl is screaming for no reason. Like, chill.

ᴇᴇʀɪᴇ, ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ [01.18] : Zombies in P.J.'s

I've literally been reduced to burnout so many times for this exact reason, it's so unbelievably awful.

The amount of times I've wanted to write out all of my headcanons, story ideas, world concepts, and what-have-you's and then all of it suddenly just... Vanishes. No words. Nothing. Completely blank. All because I can't get over the innate fear (and expectation) of, "This person doesn't actually care. They're just waiting for me to stop talking so they can divert the subject to something else as quickly as possible." And it's just so heartbreaking to watch my own passion be doused and deflate in real-time.

Sometimes, I wish I could seriously relate to someone else who has the same level of fixation on my niche interests that I do, understands it, and has genuine care for me whilst participating, but I haven't really gotten that click with someone, yet. I still feel pretty alone in the things I fixate on, but I'm trying to enjoy it more in my own time! 👍🏻

that feeling of wanting to talk about hyperfixations/special interests to someone but not knowing how to put it into words anymore after a lifetime of being told "shut up no one cares stop talking about the things you like" By literally everyone in your life and learning to completely suppress that part of yourself into numbness