Grandmas Were So Right About Puzzles And Knitting And Crocheting And Solitaire And Reading Slow And Slippers

Ok, God, I am fucking wheezing, I got trained to work with mice today since I’ll need them for some experiments and the guy who trained me was like, “Yeah ok so if there’s a day where you just absolutely cannot get your mice to cooperate you can always do this” and picks up this cone-shaped bag and just put the mouse face-first into it and shows it to me and I lose my shit because deadass it was a piping-bag of mouse. Like, the whole mouse was pressed into this cone, fur and ears and feet all pressed up against the plastic, tail sticking up absurdly out of the top of the thing. It was so unimaginably fucking funny but like the mouse was perfectly ok with it, there’s a hole for air at the bottom so she could breathe and all but it was genuinely the most absurd thing I have witnessed in months

lemme suck on that adhd i’ve been taking meds

bro lemme get a little suck on that penis you know i have adhd

thought they needed a little reminder that they still have far more to lose if they double down on this stupidity. spread the word, it seems they're... very forgetful about this.

yikes and here I thought I had problems

It was pure love - "pure" not as the opposite of filthy, but pure in the sense that pure uranium is pure. Not tarnished by thoughts of resentment or distrust, but also not dilluted nor watered down by things like common sense. Perhaps twinged slightly with pure madness, though that may have just been covergent evolution. They fill the same niche, after all.

ADHD is finding yourself washing the dishes, your upper body cold, when you just got up to pick up a sweater, but then remembered that you forgot to apply deodorant, so you do that first ... and somehow you smell nice, wash dishes and you're still cold, and then you remember why

I’m a lesbian and somehow I manage to walk down the street and not ogle women I find attractive, or cat call or degrade them, or touch them without permission, or interrupt their daily lives, it’s almost as if I’m treating them like human beings despite my attraction to them. What an insane concept.

This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️

I will stick to the usual, thank you

Since I discovered that “step out of your comfort zone” is supposed to mean “safely experiment with doing small things to expand your life experience” and not “ignore the fact that you are disabled and cause yourself physical and emotional pain until you have a meltdown and then stay in bed for two days straight”, my life has drastically improved.

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