when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live...recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it...... that's the real shit
Having ADHD means your vocabulary is either:
- toddler-level (“thingy”)
- Pulitzer Prize Finalist (“existential dissonance”)
or a happy little chaotic mashup of both with a little class and a lot of sass.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you "cured" your ADHD by sleeping 8 hours a night, exercising daily, and cutting sugar out of your diet, then you did not have ADHD to begin with.
I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.
I wonder what my body really thinks about getting hit with a doctor approved SSRI, ADHD meds, anti-histamine, ibuprofen, and vitamin d and b12 combo at 6am washed down with black coffee.
If you were a fish at an aquarium, I’d read your entire little information plaque and stand there way too long watching you swim around so you’d know you were my favorite.