I Believe It. Andrew Went Through So Much During The Time He Was In The Age Range To Have Read Them.

Windyreads, that would literally be my worst nightmare however it's only too dark if he permits you to bring a weapon

I dare you to motivate me to study.

The child lives if you study

So I follow the Greek Goddess of Luck, Tyche, (tye key)and I have some pretty okay luck. I have some stories of bad luck, like when I got zooted for the first time, and good luck, like the time I went trespassing with friends. I wanna tell you both but let's start with the less funny one.

A couple years back, I went out with a friend and her boyfriend to check this abandoned rich person house. We snuck in in broad daylight and explored a bit. We were clearly not the first people to do this as everything glass was broken, all the walls were graffiti and many had holes. Some places were not safe to go to and we found a singular room that was marginally in tact. We left after exploring the musty ass basement and as we were getting to the car that we parked strategically elsewhere, we realize we may not have been as stealthy as we thought. Three police cars turn onto the street and down to the court we were just in. We decide to just get in the car and leave and this is where I learn that driver (friend's boyfriend) is directionally challenged. He turns right instead of left (the direction we came from) and goes down a dead end street and I say nothing. He then asks one of us to pull up our gps because he's lost. I tell him he should have turned left when leaving the street and he asks me why I didn't tell him earlier and I tell him that I assumed that he knew where he was going because he'd been here before on multiple occassions.

Thank you for including us

Happy pride month to all of yall but especially to asexuals, aromantics, straight trans people, and everyone who's in the closet

OBSCURE WORD OF THE DAY (7/16/23)

Flashover

Noun. The moment a conversation becomes real and alive when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you've built up through decades of friction with the world.

My favorite childhood show predicted the future on my birthday! Kim Possible is always a win

Just a reminder that in animated disney movie "Snow White", Prince Florian, a 31 year old man, flirted with a 14 year old while trespassing on her families property, kissed her lifeless body in the woods without the knowledge that she would wake up and then took her away to get married. Again, he's canonically 31 and Snow White is canonically 14.

Nah, your responce was perfect

I dare you to motivate me to study.

The child lives if you study

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

Ah, I thought this might be the intended use of the pillow case. I was thinking maybe there was another way to make pillow cases dangerous. I mean if there were stairs...

I dare you to motivate me to study.

The child lives if you study

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.