#adhd bored

[alciefromwonderland]

I could have worked on my book

But instead I just finished an application to a Danganronpa RP

Worth it

#books #adhd bored #adult booklr #best seller books #book

[porcelain-rob0t]

the king from the zelda cdi game gives me life changing advice while im at my slow retail job (comic idea i had while bored at work)

#webcomic #comic #zelda cdi #this is for the chronically bored and understimulated girlies #and non-girlies who can relate #adhd #adhd comic #chronic boredom #bpd comic #bpd meme #adhd meme

[lesbianrey]

‘adhd brain’ is not the reason food rots in your fridge its because buying groceries for just one to two people sucks ass hope that helps

#disrespectfully ‘adhd brain’ is becoming the most boring explanation for anything #9 times out of 10 theres a bigger social problem going on that u are ignoring lol #over HALF of all groceries go to waste in the USA. this is not a unique brain problem

[inkskinned]

hey it's nanowrimo. i have tips bc i've done it about 34 times.

Don't edit. Ever. Stop it. If you just decide to start a new project half thru this one with all new characters, no problem. pick up and keep writing as if you'd already written the first half of that.

"but i spelled it wrong" whatever. "but the grammar" whatever. make it exist first. no time for sense. think like you're working on a typewriter. no backspace. only forward go.

Don't re-read further than a paragraph or two backwards. "did i mention the gun before?" listen - it doesn't matter. if you need there to be a gun there, the gun is there. put it back in once you finish the book.

"i forgot the specifics of X thing i already wrote" whatever. change it, make a note/comment to figure it out later, and just write what makes sense for the moment. "no raquel it's legit the characters name and origin" idc that character is now reborn as Claudius from Elsewhere. it's fine.

only you see your mistakes. nobody else knows. one of the ways writing and dance overlap - only you know the choreography. nobody else will know if you miss a step, so just keep dancing and pretend you meant to do it like that.

it's an illusion that you need to write linearly - from point A to point B to point C. Nah; that's just timeline propaganda. I've written a LOT of books out of order and just reordered them once i've finished. if you have a scene you'd LOVE to write but can't get there yet because of plot, just fuckin write the scene. I've always found its easier to establish "point F" "point J" and "Point A" and then wiggle my way between those scenes.

write what you WANT to write. 230 pages of smut? of well-researched discussion on bread? whatever. the point is to strengthen muscles however you can.

if you miss a day, a week, whatever. not the end of the world. we all have dry days. also time is a myth so u can do this challenge whenever u want.

as soon as you try to write for a specific audience, you kill your voice. you are writing for yourself. stop thinking about how people will take ur book. it don't matter. what matter is u, enjoying writing. i luv u.

play to your strengths. i have characters talk so much because i don't know how to write a plot if it kills me but i'm really good at dialogue so.

i love a flight of fancy. write a poem in there. shift tactics and write in code. keep it fun for yourself.

see what happens if you shift something major about ur main characters - gender, wealth, superpowers. or if you change point-of-view. or if you kill everyone in a big explosion. do NOT edit anything before this or after it. often these little weird one-off exercises teach me what interests me about what i'm working on. it is never what i thought. plus it is a fun way to add like 1k words.

stretch.

it's for fun and for practice. stop doing that project if it's giving you anxiety. once my nano was literally 50k words of half-started stories. just things i tried and tried and tried and wasn't able to flesh out. oops. but i am now 50k words of a better writer.

add dragons?

read books/listen to books on tape/etc. people often make the mistake of "buckling down" to just write. you need inspiration. you need to like. fill up on words. you need to remember how it feels to lose yourself in a story.

i don't have the time or space to really talk about this in this post but a lot of creative people turn to drugs/alcohol because it can help you be more creative. this is harmful, and walking a blade that only cuts deep. if you notice you and your loved ones are turning more to substances, please know i love you and i hope you are able to get help soon. i feel like this almost never gets mentioned because it's kind of a hazy underbelly to art. you are always more important than the work.

on that note. drink your fukin. water.

don't talk about a story until you've finished it. once you tell the story, it exists already, and isn't about discovery. i usually have a very canned "haha we'll see" response.

grapes :) tasty snack.

i love you be free.

#edit: the command not to talk about it is from personal experience! #i have heard Otherwise in the tags so i will edit to say: #if you've noticed that you tend to like Talk A Lot about ur piece but never WRITE it - #consider voice-to-text #also #u might be like me and ... need to figure it out on the PAGE and not OUT LOUD #i am often an auditory processor so i wont tell people specifics but i'll be like #huh. so i have a character who is in love .... and they don't know it #and my friend will be like ''oh they should kiss' and meanwhile #somehow #saying it out loud im like #yeah thank u ur right the dress SHOULD be purple that's what the problem has been <3 #idk!!! it's up to you!!! my suggestion is to say LESS until you know for a FACT that saying MORE works better for you #-- always better to slowly unspool in ur exploration of that #than to accidentally talk too much and get Bored Of Project #idk idk idk #i have adhd so every book surprises me bc im like #wait where did any of this even COME FROM #and whatever little gremlin in my brain that writes is like :) #''heyyy girlie.......'' #WHICH IS A LONG WAY TO SAY: #i didn't know about Not Talking About It as an option until i'd ruined a few projects!! #but there are people who need to do the other thing!!! and i love us both!!!! #wow brains are so funny!!!!

[poetrydemon]

Pick your most frequently used

#stimblr #stim #stimming #stimmies #im bored #autism #autistic things #adhd #fidget stim #fidgets #tumblr polls #polls

[willthespy]

Percy Jackson as a child with ADHD (as portrayed in the new live action series)

For me, as someone who grew up with ADHD myself, pjo is super important. Rick Riordan manages to show the problems that neurodivergent people run into again and again. So, here’s some things from the Disney+ series that stood out.

1. School

Anyone who knows PJO also knows about the fact that Percy has gotten kicked from… A LOT of schools. Now, while a lot of people joke about it, Percy’s school experience is SO important.

Yes, Mrs. Dodds wasn’t your average teacher, but in my honest to gods opinion… the school system is fucked, especially when we’re talking about neurodivergent children and how they’re treated.

I can promise you I have had this conversation a lot. Obviously Percy had too. There’s not much to say about this, besides the fact that Percy was rightfully upset. Imagine getting told you’re ’special’ and ‘different’ over and over again. It’s not as comforting as it might have been intended to be.

2. Feeling Weird/Not Fitting In

People with ADHD are often seen as weird, sometimes not even human. Hell, I know how my classmates thought about me or other children with ADHD. We were weird, we didn’t fit in and we accepted that. I swear, the day ND people are treated normally is the day hell freezes over (and just not the ninth circle…)

3. Camp Half-Blood

I have talked about camp feeling a lot like special education before, but I’ll keep saying it. Sure, it’s not all great, but the relief of being surrounded by people with similar struggles to your own… it’s godly.

I remember when I was about Percy’s age, maybe younger, I was THAT kid too. Back then I wasn’t diagnosed (0/10 wouldn’t recommend) but I got along with other nd kids, because we understood eachother. Sure, we could clash sometimes, but there were also other times where we would get along because of those similarities that we shared. That weirdness that we had and other’s didn’t.

… idk how to end this so… thank u for listening to my ted talk 🪦

#hiii (proceeds to rant about the unfairness of the society were currently living in) #i was feeling severely understimulated and BORED so i took this as a nice excuse to tell my ADHD-sob-story #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo tv #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv series #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo disney+ #percy jackon and the olympians #pjoverse #rrverse #pjo hoo toa #percy pjo #percy series #pjo rant #adhd #adhd problems #nerudivergent

[secondbeatsongs]

if anyone's curious what adhd is actually like, twenty minutes ago I paused a video game to look up spoilers for it so I can get the Good Ending™, and yet now I find myself looking at pictures of anglerfish, with only vague memories of what happened inbetween these two points

#personal #adhd #I think the steps were #1. click away to a different game wiki out of curiosity #2. get bored and check reddit #3. stare at t-shirts for a while because someone mentioned Steven Rhodes and his art is great #4. back to reddit - some guy hates his girlfriend's home decor but she has cool sea life decorations and I want to be her #5. I bet I could make an anglerfish lamp if I tried hard enough #6. man anglerfish are so cool and terrifying I love them #7. wait what was I doing again? #ETA: I'm putting this in the tags because my other post isn't as visible #I was playing Life is Strange #the game had nothing to do with anglerfish

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

The feminine urge to write an atyd level fic for new gen Harry Potter where the slytherins have their own marauders-esque friend group and scorpius and albus are the main focus ship. UGHHHHH THE URGUE TO WRITE A FATHER SON ARC FOR AL AND HARRY THAT GOES INTO DETAIL ABOUT HARRYS TRAUMA AND HOW IT EFFECTS HIS PARENTING!! The heavy looming weight of the urge to write a strained sibling relationship for James and albus because they are THEE prodigal son and the cursed child.

THE WAY I WOULD WRITE THE PERFECT FRIENDS TO LOVERS FOR SCOR AND AL . the way I would add the best oc who the fandom will fall in love with and regard as canon for years to come UGHHHH

#i have so much to say #so many thoughts #but not enough commitment #i love fanfic writers #and their dedication to the craft #but i cant even finish my three chapter fic before getting bored and moving on to the next thing #adhd core #harry potter #albus severus potter #albus severus x scorpius #scorbus #starlight #harry potter and the cursed child #new gen harry potter #fanfic writing #all the young dudes #the marauders

[human-space-heater]

Incorrect Batam Quotes Part 4

Bruce: Tim, please calm down. Tim: I asked for two large fries! Tim: dumps fries onto table Tim: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

Dick: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Jason: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

Steph: How would you like your coffee? Cass: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Steph, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Dick: Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad single life? Jason: It actually does.

Dick: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Tim: Theft. Steph: Disturbing the peace. Damian: Aggravated assault. Babs: Arson. Jason: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Steph: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Alfred: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Steph: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Alfred: Somehow that's worse.

Jason: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." Cass: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

#incorrect quotes generator #incorrect batfamily quotes #love that they added helluva boss quote in there #lmao #batfam #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #Cass cain is my fav #and I will fight anyone who says she isn't a precious bean #steph brown #adhd moment #im bored #batman #robin #dc robin #nightwing #red robin #black bat #batgirl #bruce wayne #damien wayne #tim drake #jason #damian #steph #cass #part 4 #Jason and cass

[questioningdragons]

It's finished! This blanket took me about 3 months and is the largest project by far that I have ever completed.

Tagging @chrono-phage who mentioned wanting to see other takes on this pattern.

The granny square patterns come from AlyssiaCreates, though I modified slightly to create the full, gibbous, and new moons.

Sun and Moon Granny Squares by AlyssiaCreates (Etsy) (Also available on Ravelry)

Star Granny Square by AlyssiaCreates (YouTube Tutorial)

Flat Braid Join (YouTube tutorial) and Rainbow Border

#crochet #giving it to my friend (and meeting her new baby) on tuesday! #this project was me picking colours and a pattern and then repeatedly going 'what if I ...?' #I actually think that a granny square blanket is a very adhd friendly project as long as you allow variation and love the pattern #I would have gotten so bored doing the exact same colour combo over and over again #but switching it up kept my interest #and having a deadline also really helped

[menaceanon]

When I’m not working 100 hour weeks I should talk in-depth about the fact that the single most earth-shatteringly effective treatment for my executive dysfunction was forgiving myself for having executive dysfunction.

Sometimes I say that and people act like I’ve gone all kumbaya healing crystals on them, and it’s hard to explain that like. No friend, I’m being very clinical here. I’m talking measurable results—I’m talking clean my apartment, form healthy habits, and show up places on time results.

And it’s because I stopped getting mad at myself when I don’t do those things. Cos it turns out that’s useless bullshit and a waste of time, and when just thinking about a task makes me upset I’m way less likely to do it. The stress and upset are, themselves, additional hurdles I’ve constructed between myself and doing a task. When those are gone, it’s easier to actually get them done.

And then it ripples out, right, because I’m not expending so much time and energy on every little thing, and that means I have more to distribute to other tasks, which are themselves easier. And so on and so forth.

So now when I look at dirty clothes on the floor, the only thing that goes through my head is, “I’ll get to it.”

And I will.

#adhd #unlearning trauma #real talk with menace #i don’t need to be the neurotypical peanut gallery in the back of my own head judging me #fuck those guys their opinion doesn’t matter #and also they’re wrong and boring

[ghosttotheparty]

also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

#welcome to projection central #hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd #but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content #(pretend thats a word) #but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so #(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom)) #(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them) #(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool) #(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate) #(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon) #anyway give eddie tics #anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d #mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down #when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st) #steddie #steddie oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot

[watmalik]

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[modelsof-color]

I'm reading Les Misérables for the first time , the thing is : at the moment , I'm reading the chapter where Jean Valjean appears and I'm feeling emotional for no reason , something about him is touching my soul

#text #dont let anyone convince you that reading a classic is boring and too difficult... dont believe in it #me.. an adult with adhd is telling you this 😌

[murasaki-cha]

Please the gods in TLT really legit thought that the mastermind behind the theft of the masterbolt and destruction of Olympus was this 12 year old skinny white boy who does fortnite dances and plays with leaves

That's just sad of them🤣🤣

#like what did they think? that percy got too adhd one day and just freaking raided olympus because he was bored #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo disney+ #percy jackson disney+ #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo series #the lightning thief #tlt

[natjennie]

fuck. kristen this season is coming for my fucking throat.

#her like 'do you ever think about abandoning it and doing something else entirely' #the concept of devotion and adhd not aligning. #kristen being unable to take the right steps no matter what she does. #no idea where your life is going. throw yourself into every next interest with so much passion but for such a short timte #never commit to anything because it's hard and boring and annoying #it's like. fuck. completely scalping me. #fhjy #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high