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This is making me a smiling, giggling goof😁❤❤

my adhd frustrates me a whole lot, don’t get me wrong. but there’s something about being able to think at 2000mph that just makes me more POWERFUL THAN YOU,  PEASANTS

Okay, this headline is killing me.

Of course they knew. It was the worst kept secret in the order. The council talked about it during their caf breaks, I’m sure. They just let Anakin think he’d fooled them. Mace and Yoda probably had a running bet on how long it would take Anakin to realize that they knew. Most of the 501st knew. Everyone knew. Why is this a headline. I’m dying. This has killed me. Send necromancers. I’m dead and posting this from beyond the grave.

 Who will you get? Just take a screenshot. (~˘▾˘)~

@markiplier

shout out to my gaydhd pals

we may not remember things but we sure are cute

Oh...

Feeling empty or your feeling you mood darken? You might be very unstimulated.

I know its hard to find something that truly interests you; I’ve only found it recently (its this: my blogs and such), but keep trying different things. I know its hard but you won’t find it unless you keep looking.

- DEPRESSION: Is It ADHD, Depression, or Both?, ADDitude

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

the rear palace's cat is #Back

I turn the Pidged-ot into a griffin.

I am an adult with ADHD. I was a child with ADHD.

What an awful acronym.

“I’m so ADHD today!”

No you’re fucking not. You don’t know what that means. It’s not:

“Oh look a squirrel”

I mean yeah, by all means look at that animal. It’s awesome… I wonder how many nuts it can hold in its cheeks… wait. Where was I?

Inattention

Attention Decficit Hyperactive Disorder. That doesn’t accurately describe my life. My life is wondering what it’s like to have quiet. My brain is never quiet. ADHD is starting this poem SEVEN times because I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to be about my disorder or about a love gone wrong… or maybe both.

Because you know what?

In the midst of thoughts of drag, work, trying to remember if I ate today and wondering how someone figured out that we could cook potatoes one hundred different ways but only like two ways to cook an eggplant; fifty percent of my rotating, ever-changing, ebbing and flowing thoughts are CONSUMED by you.

How you expect me to apologize for your assault on my brain. How I have to defend my reputation and honor from the lies you spit behind my back to fuel your twisted illusion that I’m the bad guy.

I’m not the bad guy.

And I’m not fucking immature!

I am far from immature. Being playful is far from immature. It’s creative. It’s fun. I’m not boring.

Fuck you.

Did I finish my drink? I can’t remember if I finished my drink? Do you still think you’re feeling “ADHD today”? Have you counted how many times I’ve changed the subject?

Do you still feel “ADHD today”?

Let me tell you about RSD then. Do you know what that is?

Rejection Sensitive Dsyphoria

Yeah, that’s as fun as it sounds. RSD is defined as an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered by the PERCEPTION, not necessarily the reality, that a person has been rejected, teased or critized by important people in their life.

YEAH. Good fucking time.

I think I’ve fucked up a lot probably because you sneezed weirdly in my direction. FUCK.

How do I fix this? Do you still like me? The tone in your voice when you said “Hi” today was different.

DAMNIT.

Where did I put my keys?

What was I talking about again?

me, about to explain something to someone: h

my brain: already on the 5th paragraph of this essay of information I wish to impart, having completely forgotten where this train of thought started