shout out to people with adhd who can't brush their teeth

shout out to people with adhd who have cognitive impairment due to how bad their adhd is

shout out to people with adhd whose hair has fallen out due to inability to take care of it

shout out to people with adhd who don't have the quirky relatable type of adhd

shout out to people with adhd who hoard or have rotting food in their room

shout out to people with adhd who are deemed gross

shout out to people with adhd who don't understand/can't follow politics

shout out to people with adhd who have moderate or severe adhd but weren't diagnosed until adulthood because they were abused or neglected

shout out to people with adhd who wear the same clothes all the time

shout out to people with adhd who get angry when understimulated

shout out to people with adhd who are disabled and will always be disabled by their adhd

hey dont cry Autism Creature speculative biology

"okay ❤️ yay ❤️" remains an unmatched response

you. the reader. yes you

you’re not a bad person for thinking bad thoughts

yes, even those thoughts don’t make you inherently evil.

you’re a good person and you deserve to know you’re a good person

"graped, grapist, unalive, delete, cp, cheese pizza, pizzagate"

wrap it up.

this invalidates any argument you could have possibly made!

I had the idea for this comic a few months ago, and just finished it :) it's about wolves. but also kinda not about wolves. Full comic under the cut!

Last night, I was asked,

“You identify as the night sky?

How does that work?”

And for a moment, I fell silent.

How does one begin to explain something like that?

So I told her,

“You know that feeling?

When you would go camping as a child,

Laying on your back,

Gazing up at all the stars?

That sense of “I belong up there.”

Well somewhere along the way,

That sense of belonging

Turned into a sense of familiarity.

When I gaze up at the night sky,

I know that is me.”

That deep, instinctive knowledge

Is not something that can be easily explained 

To someone who does not share in the experience.

How do I explain 

That when I look up at the night sky

All I see is a reflection of my own self?

That sense of belonging I had as a child,

Somewhere along the course of my life,

Morphed and changed 

Into the joy and euphoria I experience

Every time we drive up into the mountains 

To see the Aurora Borealis

And the comfort and wholeness I feel

Every time I lay on my back 

And bask in the presence of the stars and the moon.

It’s is not just another home to me,

I am the night sky.

Was thinking about the terms for a male and female chicken (rooster & hen) because I was bored, and I wondered what an intersex chicken was called, if there was a term for it.

Sigh...

Edit: I didn't even notice the third slur in the First image. Mb.

gyandromorph is normal, intersex bugs are called that.

Kay, thanks! Iv never heard the term before.

srry i was writing a course paper

i luv slugs

children and teenagers are completely correct in how they feel about school and family btw, they just might not have the words for it that will get them taken seriously. let's be real though they wouldn't be taken seriously even if they worded it perfectly. youthlib now

actually, it's not sex. nothing has ever been sex. sex isn't real.