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Just a constant stream of what am i doing? what was i doing? i was doing something. where’s my thought train? am i faster than a train? how fast does a train go? where am i going? i was doing something. what am i doing?

Do any other neurodivergent ppl, especially adhd ppl, walk around and basically chant things to remember them? This morning I was walking around my house saying "what am I doing? What am I doing what am I doing? Im making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee! I'm making coffee." and continued to chant so I didn't get distracted AAND SHIT I JUST GOT DISTRACTED BY MAKING THIS POST FUCK GODDAMN IT

Agata

“Sleep tight, my flower.” Mama tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. With a soft and gentle smile, she rested a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you when the sun rises.” Agata blinked. One hand roughly rubbed at her eyes - while the other flashed as they wrapped around Mama’s wrist.  “Wait,” Agata stifled a yawn. “’m not sleepy. I want to play.” Mama’s chuckles sent warm reverberations through her bones. “Darkness is no place for a little flower to play.” Mama gently pinched her cheek, then tapped her nose. “Sleep. The sun will give us light in the morning.” Agata frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. Yet Mama would not be deterred - and the battle was lost when her mother began to sing.

“Mama!”  The Child clung desperately onto a pillar. The ground shook and shook and shook. People were screaming as they pushed past each other and stepped on each other. All of them, running away from- With a short cry, Agata was knocked onto her back. The ground shook and the feet that were going to trample her were monsters that hid in the dark. For every attempt she tried at standing, there were five monsters that knocked her back down. The rumbling beneath her exploded.

“Agata?” The Child blinked. Gone was the flaming city. Gone were the monsters. Yet gone, too, was her Mama. But...not for long. She tilted her head back, meeting the warm worried gaze of The King. He who tilted his head down at her. “Such a sorrowful face for someone so young,” Hades murmured.  Agata glanced away at that. The hand that was not held pushing stray strands of hair out of her eyes. She blinked as The King pulled her into a stop. Hades knelt down until they were eye-level with one another; until their eyes locked their gazes. She stilled, perfectly replicating a statue, as The King tucked the strands of hair behind her ears. Hades tilted his head at her again. Smiled then - a warm sight that spoke of promising safety and protection. Agata shifted her feet - though not out of discomfort. The act was more of a giddy, excited dance. The King straightened and they were soon on their way. The Underworld - Agata had only heard stories of it, and not many as Mama always thought they were too scary. But here, walking side by side with its’ King, The Child found that The Underworld was not too terrifying to be in. “We’ll find my Mama soon, right?” she asked, glancing up. Hades merely hummed a response - his voice sending reverberations through her bones. “Soon,” he said, glancing down with a smile. “I promise.

All my progress will be halted. I am taking a break. My cat just got back from surgery.

All my energy will now be focused on her.

For you lot who got excited for the next chapter of 'what he would've wanted', sorry :(

tw; r*pe people watch/read graphic stuff with like, aliens in them or sumn and when the alien starts to lay eggs in the person we all go “EW GROSS WHAT NO DISGUSTING” and try to get the alien eggs out as soon as possible but when rapists impregnate someone it’s like “well maybe you were asking for it and no you have to carry the baby” like would you say “maybe you were just flashing that alien with your skinsuit” like?? dumb bitch-

I just don't think babies should occur unless the person undergoing pregnancy is okay with their body being used to produce another human being? I think that is a fairly basic standard of consent

ever just liked on a post so fast you accidentally clicked twice and ends up unliking it?

and then realizing you messed up and quickly clicking like again except you clicked too fast and then you unliked it-

and then you try and like it again except you-

Important:

So I just realized after a heavy vent session that I could very well be in an abusive situation with my dad. So I’ve decided to save up enough money to move out once I turn 18, but I need help with that. I currently don’t have a job and even if I did, I wouldn’t have nearly enough to move out in two years.

Edit: he hit me bc I wouldn’t open my phone, called me names, etc. Here’s the post detailing the info somewhat. I’m not in the mental state to do Patreons, I’m sorry.

Another edit: I was given reasons to think he’s abusive. I might write up a post detailing about how I felt when he almost disowned me.

So here’s my Patreon (and a GoFundMe my older brother set up if you’re interested):

Here’s what I’ll do:

~Writing ~Art ~Flag edits ~Edits

Pricing under cut!

As of writing this I am 15 years old. I am now 16

hey, could y’all please boost this?

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i saw this and i had shivers so I liked it and then I saw it again and still had shivers so now it deserves a reblog this is golden

we survived because we were the “smartest” species you say, we survived because jellyfish don’t know how to construct a Fighter Jet. We survived because our environment is ours to manipulate with walls and floors and lightbulbs to capture the sun and tunnel into night.

we survived by being faster in our cars and stronger with our tools, and better than we were before. We survived with language to build on the past with and weapons to fight the future. We survived because of our hands and our heads and the fact we make the universe itself knowable.

But then again, a mother will gain the strength of ten men to lift a full car off her baby. A man will spend eight hours nursing a puppy back to health and that dog will follow his every step from the doorstop to the grave. A best friend will dropkick an alligator in the water for the sake of him.

And I’ll tell you, maybe it was all of it. And maybe it was because we loved each other better than we hated, we loved each other in the dark before the lightbulb and loved each other more in the wilds before our walls, and we loved each other so thoroughly we made pyramids and libraries and monuments, and wrote not for the sake of money and food and living, but for the sake of wrapping each others hearts in velvet soft to escape the sandpaper winds of this world.

And that too is survival. That too is a reason. Not for our brains or our hands or our grit, but for our willingness to wrap each others wounds in bandages and set the broken bones of grandparents and sit outside windows and sing lullabies and love songs and cry over butterflies and sunsets and care too deeply. Care too strongly. Care too much.

That too is survival.

pretty, would like to go there one day. hopefully

the water looks magical

Northern lights over Kirkjufell, Iceland [OC] [5304x7952] - Author: SimenGjelsvik on reddit

this. this this THIS.

I cannot stress how much it makes writers feel GOOD when we see our work validated. Please, just a simple ‘good’ makes our entire day worthwhile. Please, please-

You read a fanfic? Leave a comment. You read some original fics? Leave a comment. You read a short snippet of something? Leave a comment.

Please, please it makes us so happy.

if you read a fic, please just. leave a comment. any comment. you can copy-paste comments if you have to. literally any variation “i read this, i enjoyed this, thank you for writing it.” 

the basic acknowledgement that their work has been read makes a huge difference to a writer’s motivation.