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A Matschies tree kangaroo called Puzzle for your viewing pleasure!
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"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
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may we live to see the day where the first photo results of your intersex variation aren't graphic photos of igm
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I think if you can figure out what is causing Symptoms that the inside of your brain should go DING DING DING and then the Symptoms say Fuck, you got me! and leave
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fuckkk i am about to get yelled at at work once again i hate the horrible panicky feeling this gives me idek why i care but i am going to throw up
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Why not
i want. a cicada on one arm and a crayfish on the other
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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Meditations in an Emergency", Dispatch
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Laura, I Want You Pulling Your Hair Back
by Natalie Dunn
Behind your ears, boiling pasta and forgetting about six minutes, letting it turn to glue. I remember once you said, this tree is torn to shreds and we stood and stripped it further. The night I looked at you terrified. This was back when we belonged to no one, when your hand found my rib in the dark. I played dumb so as not to lose you. I watched you choose lovers, watched as you changed on a whim when a man entered the room. Laura, I want you embarrassed by long dresses, by the fun of the carnival. I remember the first time I convinced you to keep living. It didn’t take much. I tricked you into walking to the place on the corner with cheese danishes glazed thick with sugar. We never got them. On the sidewalk a child was playing in her plastic kitchen. She poured us imaginary water, offered us mud soup. We put out our hands. You took the mud almost to your mouth.
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this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it
buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell
leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist
put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.
when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!
plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.
if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge
if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.
its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.
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The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.
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they should not put ads on the dog tv (eight hours of birds) i put on for my dog to watch. she doesn't understand capitalism. she doesn't even understand that the birds aren't really there in the room with her. sometimes she tries to bite the ipad when a really funky one shows up. you can't advertise to her. she's not going to buy a swiffer wet jet
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