The sparkly pink unicorn

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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fuck-you-hypocrites

Almost 200 people were murdered in Armenia in 3 days and y'all are still ignoring us.

This is not a war, this is a massacre Azerbaijan and Turkey are committing against the Armenian people.

Turkey’s president literally admitted that he wants to finish what his ancestors started. He wants to commit another genocide, and this time he wants to kill us all.

Silence is violence

fuck-you-hypocrites

Update: it’s been over a month. 2 thousand people were murdered so far. Please, I’m so scared, just reblog this. I’m not asking for a lot, if you can’t donate that’s fine, just share this.

rock-and-roll-and-rats

If anyone knows where TO donate please interact?!

fuck-you-hypocrites

If you’re willing to donate, here is the link:

@rock-and-roll-and-rats Thank you so much, I’m so grateful

vincentxvanxhoe
lynati:
“ brainflossandmindfrills:
“ just-a-fancy-biscuit:
“ lovelikesummer:
“I mean, it doesn’t pain me at all. They need to do it.
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Do it, we need to see reality
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The US should not be immune to the international laws it helped to implement and...
lovelikesummer

I mean, it doesn’t pain me at all. They need to do it.

just-a-fancy-biscuit

Do it, we need to see reality

brainflossandmindfrills

The US should not be immune to the international laws it helped to implement and enforce in other countries.

lynati

As an American: FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY, PLEASE DO. OUR COUNTRY IS GUILTY AND OUR CURRENT GOVERNMENT NEEDS TO BE STOPPED, AND THOSE WHO ORDERED THIS HELD ACCOUNTABLE.

jakegardiner

PSA about ADHD

bestial-eyes

✦ADHD is not a personality quirk

- some things that tag along with ADHD are:

        ~sensory processing disorder

        ~executive dysfunction

        ~poor fine motor skills

        ~sensory overloads (that lead to meltdowns)

        ~sensory seeking (self stimming)

        ~hyperfixations

        ~moderate to severe memory problems

        ~Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria- is an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered by the perception that one is being rejected, teased, or criticized. The emotional response is complete with suicidal ideation and people suffering from RSD often get misdiagnosed with serious personality disorders. RSD is only seen in people with ADHD and the emotional sensitivity/reaction is much more severe than that of a neurotypical person.

✦Some other “fun” ADHD things! 

          ~inability to regulate emotions

          ~no concept of time

          ~noticeable public stimming (resulting in stares from neurotypicals) 

          ~no impulse control

          ~insomnia

          ~listen but cannot absorb what is being said 

          ~no volume control 

          ~increased inability to focus when emotional

          ~difficulty stopping a task and transitioning to the next 

          ~social anxiety

          ~higher levels on generalized anxiety

          ~extremely forgetful 

          ~”all or nothing” mentality  

@ neurotypicals- some things to be aware of: 

- you cannot hyperfixate. only people who are neurodivergent can hyperfixate. please don’t use that word when describing your latest obsession :-)

- please don’t stare at neurodivergent people who are stimming in public

- be respectful of those who actually need fidget toys so they can subtly stim in public 

- if we forget something you tell us it is not because we don’t care, we just have a million other thoughts racing through our mind and no way to filter through them. 

- please be gentle with us. no don’t tip toe around us and treat us like we aren’t human, but be aware that even offhand comments can trigger RSD. no we aren’t being too sensitive, our brains are wired differently than yours

kazoobard

never forget that ADHD is a real disability and it affects our everyday lives in ways that often we don’t even realize

We lay there face to face on the same pillow, arms and legs tangled under the sheets. Your sweet, warm breath falls on my lips, lighting sparks that gently trickle down to my heart, fueling the steady glow into a dancing flame. I lay there waiting, waiting for those sparks to reach your heart, and for the flame to serge up your throat so you can no longer take the distance between our lips. But it does not come. The darkness hides the pain in my eyes as tears put out the dancing flames in an aching realisation. No sparks trickled down your throat. Your heart did not ignite at the thought of your lips so close to mine. I hold my breath to contain the screams of a dying fire clinging to life, as you role over and say goodnight. No sweet dreams. No I love you. Just goodnight. My races with fear. The fear that there is no longer a glow in your heart for me. That no shared look or touch will ignite your heart as it does mine. Perhaps the fire I once created in you has burnt out completely. Perhaps I am not such a precious thing to you as I once was. Perhaps now I only bring you company and pleasure. Perhaps I am not the fire in your heart any more. But you are still the fire in mine.