This Is Exactly What It Feels Like When I Say "I'm Just Really Out Of It" As A Neurodivergent Person:

my brothers share special interests and my favorite thing to do is walk in a room and be like "hey guys can you tell me about the mariana trench" and then sit there for an hour while they both infodump to me about the ocean it's extremely entertaining

please respect people who are mentally ill and disabled who cannot work. please respect people who look like they’re just relaxing all day when really they’re waging an internal war just to stay alive or fight their pain. please respect people who could not finish school, people who had big plans and could not see them through because of disability. people who look from the outside like they’ve “given up” or “aren’t doing anything.” people who are hospitalized repeatedly or permanently, and people who are grown adults who are still dependent on others. please respect disabled and mentally ill people. 

this is not a polite suggestion, by the way. it’s an angry demand. we are people, and we deserve the same respect as anyone else.

day 4 / 16th of september / friday :D

good morning from south america, my beautiful friends!

every week day i have my internship job so im not gonna add that on my to do list anymore

things i need to get done:

math problems (college applications)

physics problems (college applications)

thins i want to get done:

excel course

see you later :D have a nice day and dont forget to drink water and put on sunscreen!

chaotic academia is ilegally downloading 18 books from a suspicious website

sometimes self-care is consuming a piece of media for the 174th time

Just a PSA if you spend all of your time studying, sleeping or vegging out watching netflix, you will get burnt out. You need to use the creative parts of your brain too.

the feeling of learning is legitimately so cool. there’s a little whoa sound effect that plays in your brain whenever you read a sentence that expands reality for you a tiny bit

here’s to you for still working on stuff you never mention out loud

Sometimes I catch up on Dracula while waiting for my train to arrive and I always feel so cool. I may appear to be merely scrolling my phone but I hope I'm eminating the aura of reading a classic horror. I'M the one who vanishes with the train's passing. I am in socks and sandals.