Elon Musk Has Done A Lot Of Shitty Things But The One Thing That Pisses Me Off The Most Is He’s The

There are not enough sexy drawings of cryptids. Where is the Loveland Frogman with abs? Where is the Fresno Nightcrawler as a nervous little twink? Where is mothman’s dick???

My ADHD is always in peak form immediately after I come out of a depressive episode. For like two weeks straight I’ll barely have enough energy to make toast and then one morning I get out of bed feeling kind of okay and my brain is just like “WE SHOULD LEARN HOW TO MAKE A VTUBER MODEL”

Inspired by me finally confronting my insecurities about talking to new people online. Did this not because I was lonely or because I wanted to grow as a person, but because I was randy as all hell.

Horniness can be a powerful motivator. If you can harness it for good, I encourage you to do so.

Horniness is such a powerful motivator fr

Who do I talk to about like. NOT being disabled anymore.

Like it’s been very fun I’ve a had a lot of character growth blah blah blah but I’m getting tired of Feeling Bad All The Time™

I NEED A NAME FOR THEM THROW NAMES AT ME, HIT ME WITH YOUR NAMES

So fun fact when I was a kid my mom decided I wasn’t active enough. So she bought me absurdly expensive running shoes I did not ask for, dragged me out in the below freezing east coast weather, and started me on this “couch potato to 5k” challenge.

Every day after school, we ran. First it was 5 minutes a day, then 7, then 10… you get the gist. I think after 2 months we were running about an hour every day. By the time I quit running when I was 10, my mom and I had run 3 5ks together over the span of a little over a year.

A little after stopped running, I noticed some pain in my right knee. It got a little bit worse, and a little bit worse, and a little bit worse… and then five years later, when it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pay attention in geography class because I was in constant pain from having to sit all day, I finally went to the doctor.

They told me the cartilage under my kneecap was worn down from overuse. It’s called chondromalacia patellae—also known as “runners knee.”

The thing is: When we were in races, and I was overwhelmed, I told my mom I wanted to stop. I told her I was in pain and I needed to slow down. I told her I didn’t like running.

And you know what she said to me?

“Suck it up.”

And I’m not saying “don’t tell your kids to exercise.” Your kids SHOULD exercise—not because of any bullshit weight reason or anything, but because they’re kids, and it’s good for them. Good for their bones, or whatever.

And I’m not saying “don’t exercise WITH your kids” either, because again, they should be exercising a little. And if you being there helps them stay motivated, that’s great.

What I am saying is: Listen to your kids. Trust that they know their own limits better than you do. Even if you think that they’re being over dramatic, or whiny, or whatever—don’t take the chance.

I’m 20 years old now. My knee still hurts. I have a whole suite of other, unrelated chronic conditions that would be improved if I exercised more. And I try to, I really do. But it’s kind of hard to do squats when just one makes your knee feel like it’s on fire for the rest of the week.

Listen. To. Your. Kids.

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It’s so weird having my physical health tank when my mental health is the best it’s ever been.

Like whenever someone asks me how I am I’m just like “well my bones hurt, and my muscles hurt, and I can work maybe 3 hours a day before I collapse from chronic fatigue. But like the world keeps on turning, so I’m vibing dude B) ”

Digital painting is fun but Oh My God™️ does it take a long time

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