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The Queen of Spades, the asexual pride knight! Her armor is engraved with constellations and in her hands she wields a sword forged from the fabric of space itself ♠️✨ The Pride Knights Playing Cards, art prints and uncut sheets are now available for pre-order here: prideknights.com

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The Queen of Spades, the asexual pride knight! Her armor is engraved with constellations and in her hands she wields a sword forged from the fabric of space itself ♠️✨ The Pride Knights Playing Cards, art prints and uncut sheets are now available for pre-order here: prideknights.com

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and somehow its only wednesday?

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The real thing with ADHD is not "I forgot", but that forgetting is this ongoing process. I remembered! And then I forgot.

At ten this (hypothetical) morning I remembered that I have a meeting at six. And then from 11 through 3 I worked on other stuff and had zero thoughts about that meeting. Maybe even thought about what I was gonna do with my evening at home. Got attached to the idea of taking the time to make a good dinner, maybe play some video games.

And then at three I said, "Oh! Fuck!" and remembered again, hopefully long enough to set an alarm. And then I went to the bathroom and remembered that I need to clean the counter and spent twenty minutes cleaning the bathroom and went to get a snack and then at five I said, "OH! FUCK!" and had to scramble to dress like a real adult and get out the door.

It isn't one clean forgetting. It's a constant process of forgetting and then, with an exhausting adrenaline spike, remembering. And then forgetting. Baby, I can forget the same thing more times in a day than you ever forgot your parents' anniversary.

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It’s up to you how you decide (cooked, raw, best shape, something else)—I just want to know what you think:

(Extra credit if you also add in the notes or tags what your LEAST favorite berry is. Inquiring minds want to know!)

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I can Feel the spiral up in my chest feeling and 😬😬😳😐🫠🙃😮‍💨

Like logically, Logically. I know, if I wanted to dig in enough of my drawers, I could find the powerpoint on this very thing. I could run the calculation and probability of that purification. I know that Life as Normal is Protocol and Evacuation instructions are “stick your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye” because you need a supersonic jet and a 2 minute head start.

And I know that the world has turned through every second that somebody has declared The End.

And I don’t know if it’s some sort of concern I feel in my chest or anger, but it hurts.

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I just wrote this out for somewhere else but I think the story is funny so im sharing it here in case it never sees the light of day there. So I legally got my gender changed and started hormones the summer before my senior year. Me being a unathletic piece of crap put my gym classes off freshman year when most people do them. So coming into the new year I had gym and most of the other people were freshman so nobody knew me.

Me not really thinking it was a big deal since I was legally a girl at that point went to the girls locker room without talking to anyone (im also very antisocial). None of the other girls cared or seemed to notice but when we were getting our locks the gym teacher had previously had me in one of their classes and was noticeably confused but didn't say anything at the time.

I go through my day as normal but in a later period I get a note to come to the principles office. They sit me down and just straight up ask with a confused voice "hey are you trans" to which i respond yes and they are just baffled like "normally people tell us so we can accommodate" and im like ok. Anyways they gave me a code to the "coaches" locker room so thats where I go the next day.

There was a mens and womans coach locker room and I try the women's with the code and it doesn't work, i try again, doesn't work. Now I KNOW these bitches didn't just give me the code to the mens room so i wasn't even gonna try it, id rather just skip gym. but then i sat outside the locker room for a bit and another student comes up to it and puts in the code and opens the door. I asked if I could use it too cause I needed to change and they said yes and gave me the code (which was completely different than the one the principle had given me). Turns out he was transmasc and another person came in later who was nonbinary. Thats the story of how we had the exclusive vip gay changing room for that year lol.

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it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}

anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal

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Trumpty Dumpty is going to claim that the bombing is meant to force Iran to "negotiate"

Please keep in mind the Iranian regime was willing to sign another agreement like they had with Obama & his own intelligence committee told him there was no urgency with Iran's nuclear capabilities

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It’s for the essay you need to chisel into stone because you ran out of printer ink, and the Internet was down, so you couldn’t email it, and you didn’t have any writing paper, and all your pens were out of ink, but the essay is due in the morning.

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I love-hate when Mom Things happen and now I can’t sleep. This one isn’t Mom’s fault in any way, doesn’t mean I don’t want more than 2 hours of sleep before work