You Can’t Hurt Me. Westley And I Are Joined By The Bonds Of Love. And You Cannot Track That, Not With

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ADD and Dsygraphia

I’ve had ADD and Dsygraphia since second grade. I tried medication in thrid, with the bad side effects heavily outweighing the good. I struggled hating math and school, bombing my freshman year. Until one night, I literally broke into tears in my kicthen. Begging my mom to let me try medication again. Knowing there was no way I could turn my school work around with out something.

I started medication and everything changed. I started getting more organised. Started asking questions and advocating for myself and my work. I even started to like math.

One of my favourite parts was when I was talk to my math teacher because I couldn’t remember learning this thing but it seemed familiar. He reminded me that I wasn’t the same student as last year.

Another time I was presenting at my exhibition and I said, “I like trig(math.)”. Everyone was shocked having never expected to hear me say that.

I worte an essay in one day. And to some that might seem like nothing and that writing essays is easy. But I had an essay from last year when I started tenth grade.

I was the first one to Gateway in my class! It’s funny because that day I was late to school and I had this plan because I thought I had more work that I needed to do. I got to school and sat next to my teacher and talking to her about what I needed to do. A little while later we went through my work and she said, “I’m not going to have time to talk to you later so I’m going to Gateway you now.”

Mind this is around 10 am and I had only gotten to school at 9:45 am planning to stay till 5:00 pm for another students exhibition. I had nothing to do. I have never had nothing do ever before.

Part of me was still in shock from realising I had just completed two years of work in one year!

Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?

First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.

Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!

Normalize boys touching boys. And yes, by that i mean, gay couples should be allowed to kiss or hold hands in public if they want, just like straight couples are allowed to. But i also mean: Let male friends snuggle while watching movies if they want. Let male friends greet each other with a kiss on the cheek if they want. Let male friends walk around holding hands if they want. Let boys express friendship by touching each other. 

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yall i just had the wildest realization. i was reading this dumb book i got from the library called “does everyone have adhd?” and there was this one part where it talked about love

it said that when you fall in love sometimes your adhd symptoms will subside a bit because of the raised dopamine levels in your brain and that just. blew my mind. ive always had problems with crushes and feeling like love will complete me and struggling with the fact that i feel happier when i like someone and its literally because of adhd

this is so wild

coming home and looking at this face clears my skin, waters my crops, my depression/anxiety for the day is gone and i feel like i am home

This happens to me some much

Me: *guesses correctly who the murderer is on a show*

Me: shut up bitches, there’s a new sheriff in town