ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Squeaky clean!!
My sister's dog is a malamute mix, and while he's not quite as large, he got all the malamute fur. "Sister dearest," I say, "your carpet is lying on me again." Meanwhile, I struggle to breathe.
Due to being unable to know when I'll be able to eat, there is no breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I simply "do the food thing." My whole family calls it that.
Reblog with what you renamed *activity done because of disability or CI*
For example, i call putting on kinesiology tape 'disability arts and crafts'
I didn't know whether to call it eating or drinking bc it's drinkfood so i started calling it feeding. Like a vampire. Because it's a liquid diet. I think i'm very funny
Straight up narcing it. And by "it," let's just say, my personality.
who's up narcing their personality disorder - [etsy shop , still a wip!]
YOOOOOO I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND BOIIIIIIIS. If your local aroace autistic antisocial ass bitch can get a girlfriend, then have hope.
Bakery clearance rack is full tonight >:D
As a person who has primarily lived in very low population areas, I find it hilarious when people are scared of outdoors noises because... that's exactly how I feel about city noises. Wdym the weird noises from the badlands are scary? Have you heard your own habitat? Giant fucking diesel trucks rumbling right past your window and you give zero shits. Nah, give me back the screeching mountain lions any day.
Being AuDHD I keep having these super big religious awakenings and then like completely forgetting about it.