Curate, connect, and discover
I just convinced my therapist that her new puppy is a small trickster spirit that that she accidentally acquired dominion over
Maturing is wanting to go feral but knowing you'll regret it and that you need to conserve energy to get through the rest of the day
It bothers me that I will only ever be myself and no one else and I will never be able to touch another person's mind with my own and how I perceive the world will be based solely off of myself and I can never truly be with or apart of something because there is such a huge disconnect between what I think and feel and why and how and what other people see think and feel and there can never be true togetherness because we are our own and isolation is the price of intellectual freedom from a unified consciousness
I like to think that Santa Claus is real, not in a traditional sense because flying reindeer are impossible but more in spirit, all versions or similar characters all share the fact that they spread joy and kindness to other people, while given some similar names and all having some sort of uniform using this logic anyone who is helpful, kind, and or generous fits the criteria for being Santa, therefore anyone who isn't a bitch is santa
Guess who wants to reread the Mistborn trilogy even tho she has 120+ books on her TBR
If humans had wings, they'd probably be bat-like but with an insulating fur coat that sheds with the seasons.
hi people of tumblr, any recommendations for stim toys? you may have seen my previous post a month ago about them but those were from somewhere else and because of how we got into a fight and they were mean, they took it away.
help an autistic adhd person out please.
what type of stim toys do i need to make sure that everything’s okay and doesn’t go wrong?
So if we are in a simulation or in a game and someone is playing us Idle animation would be just zoning out
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my sister: *recalls something from our childhood*
me, a known ADHD: memories aren't real. nu-uh. show me a memory. that's not a memory! what's a memory? who let you in here?
me: god i'm so glad my lungs don't lick each other
my friend: i want to do a case study on you