Tag: personal

greenpaladinofnature:

nottobecrossed:

slushiebear:

hol-hot-wholesome:

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In short, we present IMMUNITY STAGS.

I literally just accidentally read a post about a haunted hospital. This was amazing timing.

I just want majestic deer on my dash…..

Nature and water.

me: i want a significant other
person: but you’re aromantic!
me: by significant other i mean a person i care about deeply and who i can trust with my life and watch movies with and live in a nice apartment one day with cute cat decorations on the shelves and get hugs from if i need them and go shopping with a significant other doesn’t need to be inherently romantic

alistairian:

What I want to do: tell people I’m asexual so it’s out of the way and they can stop assuming I’m allosexual

What I don’t want to do: give a 5 minute explanation of what asexuality is followed by a 10 minute debate on whether or not it’s actually a real thing followed by yet another another 10 minutes of uncomfortable questions as they continue to try and disprove my sexuality to me 

unpretty:

can you imagine if you got the power of flight but it was just like swimming so you had to flail your limbs wildly and you could only move as fast as you can in water and if you were a shitty swimmer you’d just have to doggy paddle slowly through the sky

that’s SO weird but it’s exactly what happened to me once or twice in a lucid dream?? i tried flying but i guess my brain was like “nooo, but that’s not realistic”, so as a compromise i was literally floating through air as if it was slightly less dense water. made flying a significantly less fun experience. (to be fair tho it was more like vacuum than water, but with more resistance)

inkskinned:

alright don’t be mad but. i never read the great gatsby. i know i was supposed to. yes, it was assigned to us. i even know, more or less, what happens in the book. technically, i wrote an essay about it, i think, once or twice. 

at the time, i hadn’t read any book assigned to me. ever. it wasn’t that i didn’t like to read. i loved reading. but homework took place in a function of my brain that i couldn’t access. i would sit in libraries or at my desk and just. not do my homework. i spent hours like this, days like this, years like this. just not doing what was assigned to me, no matter the consequences, no matter how badly i wanted to be doing it. i just wouldn’t. and i wouldn’t go to class because i didn’t want to deal with the fact i didn’t do the homework. and then i wouldn’t get the homework. so i didn’t do it.

i remember realizing while i was doing college applications that i had actually, real-life fucked up. that it was permanent, what i had done. that i had a C- of an average and no future to look rosy at. and i still couldn’t make myself do things. i tried to submit applications only to realize i’d shoved off the date to the very last moment. and i was fucked.

it takes me three years and two transfers and three new starts before i am actually real-life trained how to study, how to read, how to enjoy being assigned things. 

and i watch parents of my students yell at students for being the same person i was six years ago: screaming at an A-, confused at skipped classes, punishing missed homework. and these students don’t have an answer. they just don’t do things. even if they want to. and they look at me, confused and defeated and without an answer for their parents. “i just can’t,” i hear a lot, and i understand.

parents don’t like “executive dysfunction” as a reason. “anxiety” and “depression” are often misdiagnosed as “procrastinating” and “lazy”. kids just learn they’re like this. that they’re always going to be. that it’s their fault, permanently. they are surrounded by books they didn’t read. and it doesn’t feel good. it feels like suffocating.

today i started “the great gatsby.” i promise. one day, it’ll feel easy.

me. this is me. this is my struggles with school ever since school stopped being easy. (so when i was 14 or something)

i still don’t know how to deal with it. i was supposed to start writing my dissertation a year and a half ago, and i haven’t written a single page yet. i’m supposed to present my first draft in two weeks. and i can’t force myself. just can’t.

if anyone has any tips, please please PLEASE help. i am literally drowning in unfinished projects and neglected obligations

roachpatrol:

the cats locked themselves in the bathroom somehow and i made the situation significantly worse by dismantling the doorknob and finding out the lock bolt is glued in place. now i gotta wait for Maintenance to arrive and explain that i am dumber than two cats. >:T

i started to laugh but then i remembered that when i was a volunteer at a cat foundation, one furry guy who we literally called “dekiel” bc he was THAT stupid managed to open a cabinet that in a normal situation required a key and lot of patience. and he did it so fast i didn’t even see him doing it, he nyoomed between my legs, ran into the corridor and when i got there: bam, cupboard open. and it contained a lot of blankets and towels and stuff like that. which were scattered all over the hall while dekiel, the hyperactive asshole that he is, checked out the empty cabinet and left via nyoom, proceeding to explore the rest of the corridor.