seen a this edible aint shit but for adderall
my lesbians.....
they are at prom 💖💖💖
art from last year
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.
my beauty my blorbo my pookie my babygirl my scrimblo my lovely my shining star my oxygen my world... rest well
Hello Good morning 😁😁 It’s the Christmas Eve…
< Valentine's Days during three different eras of Gojo's life. >
tags: satosugu, fluff, light angst, language of flowers, mutual pining, canon compliant, very short ficlet
warnings: referenced canonical character death
word count: 995 words
a/n: i wrote this fic last year for v-day, and it's that time again, so i thought i'd post it on tumblr 🩷