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.
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.
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?
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.
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?
“What is your darkest secret?”
“My Tumblr search history”
since people are asking, here’s a list of places you can donate to help the australian bushfires. donating literally $1 means you have done more than our prime minister. (* = can donate internationally; for the other ones you might have to google it)
cfa (VIC firefighters)
rfs (NSW firefighters)*
rfbaq (QLD firefighters)
cfs (SA firefighters)
red cross*
WWF NSW bushfire crisis*
WWF koala crisis* (both WWF links are in aud so use a currency converter if you’re outside aus)
RSPCA NSW
here is a list from the abc (but maybe don’t donate to the salvos or vinnies bc they suck) (x)
WIRES (x)
port macquarrie koala hospital* (if that link doesn’t work there’s a gofundme* / you can buy something here)
gippsland emergency relief fund
bendigo bank bushfire disaster appeal (partnered with the salvos though)
mallacoota fires support fund gofundme*
cudgewa gofundme*
you can find emergency accommodation or can offer your house on the NSW / VIC airbnb website
i’ll keep it updated as i find more
Alien anatomy in sw is turning me into an entomologist. What the hell is a hemocoel.
They’re neighbors who live on opposite sides of the block, their cats are best friends, and they haven’t met, yet.
it's so stupid, adhd is a dozen vaguely related neuroses in a trench coat, including such popular hits as
Can't Fucking Sleep Disorder
Can't Fucking Wake Up Disorder
What Is A Focus
Oops I Did It* Again (*Spent Thirteen Hours On Youtube And Forgot To Eat Or Drink)
The World Is Too Noise Today
All My Friends Hate Me (I Deduced This From A Three Word Text)
I Forgot About [thing] Literally As Soon As I Turned Around
...and they decided to call it Trouble Sitting Still Disorder?????
“Don’t call Trump supporters nazis, it hurts their feelings.”
Yes
Hey! I had a whole bunch of funny prompts that I have written down over the years from other sites and stuff, so I thought I would compile them all into one post. If you like any of them, request them (max. of two) with a favourite character and maybe a genre you want it written in. I thought this would be something fun to do as I have a bit of free time on my hands and I want to practice writing some short scenarios! Have fun and I love you guys. Feel free to repost <3 None of these prompts belong to me originally except for, like, one. Tumblr messes up the nice formatting I did on the computer so I had to fix it for mobile🙃 Now it doesn’t look like I wanted it to :(
“All I know is, one of us is right, the other one is you.”
“You did what?” “It wasn’t as bad as last time, I swear.”
“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
“I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you.”
“Remove your hand or I will rip it off and beat you to death with it.”
“Ohh, so you think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous!”
“I’m going into the woods to scream for a bit, anybody wanna come with?”
“I am either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.”
“So… I’ve just realised… that I’ve been shot.”
“I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.”
“I don’t care if you are panicking - just… do it quietly.”
“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
“Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”
“There are at least seventeen ways this could have gone better. Literally. Like, I’m counting them right now, you moron.”
“I have to go… iron… my cat.”
“You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
“Your existence gives ma a headache, go stand over there.”
“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
“Everything here can kill you, but I can do it the most efficiently.”
“look at you, sacrificing yourself for others! When did you get a heart? I had thought you lost your moral code.”
“Oh my God. You’re in love!”
“Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.”
“If you don’t terrify people a little bi then what’s the point?”
“Is this coffee bitter?” “No, it must be you.”
“Wow, can we just pretend, for one second, that you’re not a complete douchebag.”
“You’re weird.” “Sorry.” “No, that was a compliment.”
“I will be the first to tell you that I am a terrible liar.”
“underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”
“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch.”
“I know that I just spit blood all over you, and this is probably the wrong time, but I kind of like you.”
“Why are you such an ass?” “Everyone has to excel at something, right?”
“Did I ever tell you about the time I started a cult?”
You’re judging me.”“It’s what I do - it’s a hobby of mine.”
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
“Well, the best of the best weren’t available… so we got the best of the mediocre.”
“Give me the books!” “Only if you promise not to kill anyone with them.”
“Here, hold my dignity… I’ve got some sketchy shit to do.”
“What I lack in common sense, I make up for in sarcasm.”
“…on the bright side I am not addicted to cocaine.”
“I’ve found puddles deeper than you.”
“Well, aren’t you a little ray of pitch black?”
“Okay, listen, I’m not saying that I’m awesome and that you should definitely love me, but… yes, that’s exactly what I am saying.”
“You know I love you right?” “Yes.” “Okay, well since I love you, I want to tell you how much of a dumb ass you are being.”
“Fuck! I was so smart five minutes ago! What happened?”
“What happened to your face?” “Beauty.”
“You make me nauseous.” “It’s called love. You’ll get over it.”
“I’m not playing hard to get, I literally hate you.”
“How do you want your coffee?” “Like my sense of humour.” “Tasteless?”
“You shake when you get angry.” “I do not!” “You’re like an angry lil’ chihuahua.”
“Oh God, are those abs real? Can I touch?” “I don’t know. I feel objectified now.”
“Your self help group is turning into a cult.”
“I could run a marathon. Right now. I’ll do it.” “It’s literally 2 am.” “I peak at 2 am, you should know this.”
“If there’s anything I’ve managed to do pretty well in my life, so far it’s not die. So we’re off to a good start on that one.”
“I’m naked and afraid!” “I’m clothed and traumatised!”
“Can someone explain to me, in small words, why I’m being assigned to this mission?”
“Are you there?” “Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.”
“Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d been into that!”
“How are you feeling?” “Well, my eyebrows don’t hurt.”
“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
“My grandma is a badass. She can break a man’s nose in a single blow AND she knits dope-ass sweaters!”
“Why does everyone fear you?” “Because I can do things they can’t.” “Like?” “Mind my own business, for one.”
“Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”
“All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes!”
“It’s no surprise to me that things have turned out this way.”
“How was I supposed to know you were telling the truth when you said that danger was your middle name?”
“That’s not exactly a good coping method.”
“She is the embodiment of snorting chlorine and then drowning yourself in a pool.” (This one is mine and its about a teacher I use to have)
“I’m bitter and complicated.It’s one of my charms.” “I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”
“You scared me!” “Well, I am naturally terrifying.”
“Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.”
as of tomorrow, it will be six years of Hornet being stuck in Pharloom
(Vers without text under the cut)