So Many Ideas And I’m Always Too Tired To Act On Them.

oh deer

Only two ADHD tasks

1) this task will take me five minutes but I couldn’t possibly do it because I have an appointment in six hours

2) this task will take five hours but I’ll just do it first thing in the morning before I leave

Everyday is a loop I’m tweaking

And I’m too stagnant to do anything about it

Whatever we ball

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

PASSIONATE AND CARING TEACHERS ARE THE CLOSEST THING WE HAVE TO ANGELS ON EARTH!!!!

some mr todd wisdom for the blr

“recognition vs knowledge” - mr todd

preaching about how our brain teaches us to recognize something and send out happy chemicals when we do and it’s the same ones that get sent out when you actually KNOW it. it’s one thing to recognize it’s a whole other thing to know it and be able to teach it. AMEN MR TODD AND MS FUNDY B I NEED AFTER SCHOOL PEP AND KNOWLEDGE TALKS EVERYDAY.

@countthefighters

Grief is such a peculiar phenomenon. It truly alters every single aspect of your life. I don’t think there’s any part of my life that was left untouched by my grief.

I truly lost touch with reality after my parents passed. And I believed for a long time that my parents were gone, dragged back into the earth with words left unspoken, and nightmares put to rest; but as time has escaped me, I have been disproven. My parents may be ash now, but I see them everyday in myself. It’s horrifying, and sometimes beautiful. All of my life I’ve been told I act and look just like my father, and while that remains true, my mother’s venom has snuck its way into my behavior. I constantly feel like I’m fulfilling their doomed prophecies for myself now that they’re gone.

But I know that it doesn’t have to be that way. I know I can change and I need to allow myself to sit with this, instead of running and running and running. I am so tired, and I need to stop giving up on myself. I may lick my wounds like my dad, and I may carry my mother’s temper, but I don’t have to *be* them. I can be better. I hope I will be better.

also side note: fuck shia lebouf btw

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.

Having to think about things I’ve been avoiding should be illegal…

I don’t want to think about the love I’ve neglected lalalalalalalaalaaa

“There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.”

— Yasmin Mogahed