Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh this whole PMS-ADHD combo being all "lol executive whatnow never heard of her meds what meds ain't no meds here you just swallowed a peanut BUT DO EVERYTHING or hate yourself forever what do you mean no energy how is that an excuse" 😖😖😖

My fiancee came up to me an hour or so ago, phone in hand, and said "You know, maybe people like us shouldn't have one of these" and I've just been sitting here thinking about that as I mindlessly scroll advice column and webcomic archives while waiting for my brain to allow me to do what I *want*.

Last night I asked my fiancee if she missed that feeling of having a crush without certainty, and she said, paraphrased, "hell to the no lolwtf". I'm prob weird, but some days I yearn to be consumed once more with a fevered obsession over ✨This Impossibly Attractive Person✨ aka Maggie Estep's poem.

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@matthewmercer.bsky.social @willingblam.bsky.social @laurabaileyvo.bsky.social @ashleyjohnson.bsky.social @marisha-ray.bsky.social no idea if you'll see this, but: wanted to thank you & all the others in #VoxMachina. Got into it only a year ago, trying to keep up w/ all 4 cpmgns at once, LOVE IT ✨💖

But seriously that one time I found a teeny tiny hermit crab on the beach just chilling in a little tide pool - I may never have been so happy about an animal encounter before or since!

Sunday: 1. wake up 2. out of bed, bit of breakfast, cup of tea, Elvanse (clean pyjamas optional) 3. back to bed 4. BOOOOOOOOKS (ok yeah and phone but mostly BOOOOOOOOKS)

Drat! I missed the window of time-during-which-it-makes-sense-to-fall-asleep and now my brain has decided I need to stay awake. I could obviously still go to sleep and I probably will, but something has been spoiled and I have no one to blame but myself.

Introduceer yourself with 5 animals you've seen in the wild: Seal Cormorant Cockle Beaver Hermit crab (We don't really have a "the wild" in the Netherlands.)

Zeg niet: broodschrijver maar zeg: seriewoordenaar

Zed's dead, Charlie Brown. Zed's dead.

You know how you can be all like "feh, gender? I 'ardly know 'er" and "huh, that nonbinary thing, makes a lotta sense ackshully" and then SUDDEN LIPSTICK LESBIANS EVERYWHERE and immediately it's all yeaaaaaaahhh, I am woman, hear me thirst

It only takes a VERY tiny amount of snow to make a person on a e-bike slip and crash and I wish I did not have the kind of brain that blasts that fact through my ears on repeat when I have to get on my e-bike and leave for rehearsal soon on this cold morning with a tiny amount of snow on the ground

I want to fly south for the winter.

There are many MANY wonderful people in the world and I'm very lucky to know a huge number of them and it's not their fault my mind is a trashfire for seven to fifteen days every month.

Thinking about Australian/Aotearoan fairy bread, I should retroactively swallow all those disdainful remarks about USians eating cookies and cake for breakfast when there's like six varieties of fairy bread that are considered a nice traditional part of Dutch breakfast.

nothing is up everything is down

Angry impulsive vagueposting about holiday drama and favouritism and having to choose between people and a whole heap O bullshit and I wish that we could ALL see some goddamn sense about this.

Having ADHD is like parenting a toddler, except the toddler is your own brain and it never grows up.

I was reading a thing and it said "Murder is not an acceptable subplot!" and thought ya, true, murder should always be the MAIN plot but then I realized it said "acceptable SOLUTION" and not subplot and I like that the fundamental truth of the statement was still there with either word.

'skeet' is an ugly squeaky word with a nasty slimy mouthfeel. My proposal for the official name of posts on @bsky.app is 'skyhook'.

AI apologists: "No, really, LLMs save you so much time and effort!" Also AI apologists: "you see, the way to use the chatbot right is to treat it like the most clueless intern you've ever had..." SOME things can NOT be true at the same time, Glennon.

Food insecurity is ALWAYS a political choice. Famine is ALWAYS manmade. People go hungry because of other people’s decisions. We have more than enough food for everyone, and enormous amounts of it are wasted—literally thrown in the garbage—on purpose.

I wanted to type "this is a cry for help" and instead I typed "this is a cry for hello" and then I started to rethink some things in a good way

@ass.golf @damnyouwillis.bsky.social Sirs, are y'all okay, there have been clear distress signals from your general directions

friendly reminder: reaching out to others is a GOOD THING and YOU SHOULD DO IT MORE reach out to your friends, your loved ones, artists & creators you like, random people on the street, local businesses and events. say hi. tell them theyre cool. say what you mean. just do it and see what happens.

There are more things you can do with a little extra money and a lot of time, than with a little time and a lot of extra money.

Is this what depression feels like: just a roaring rampage of "why even anything THIS AIN'T REAL life is a LIE and WASN'T I TAUGHT ALL MY LIFE NOT TO ENGAGE WITH LIES" in my brain all over everything I'm not even sad or angry or scared, just extremely bemused thank goodness it's only hormones but F

I know this is serious and I apologize but I need to know: am I the only one who, upon reading this, immediately hears a Devon in my head saying "seven vaganias"

TIL that the actual quote goes "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned" (W. Congreve) and I'm like, waaaait, did that rhyme in 18th-ctry English? Did "scorn" used to be a worry word??

"Generative AI" is a misnomer. The term used should be "regurgitative AI".

I has fren who draws hens. And squirrels, frogs and wrens. Also they're a beautiful Stealth Crane as well as a talented artist and we should give them money.

Could've just brought Monchichi back instead of devising another plastic-face fuzzy toy but hey what do I know

Hot take: if you play D&D, and on encountering any piece of furniture anywhere or any object anywhere you did not expect in that particular place, your reaction is anything other than "IT'S A MIMIC", you are Lawful. You simply cannot call yourself Chaotic if you trust the objects to be objects.

Paper books may fall apart after circa six dozen read-throughs and then it's a bit of a nuisance having to keep the loose pages together but at least they don't suddenly refuse to let you turn the page because of a "server timeout" or whatever frkn webcomics

ARGH I missed an awesome evening with friends last night cos I forgot all about it cos I was finally getting somewhere with my writing and today we're playing DnD and I'm looking forward to it and this is TOO MANY FEELINGS for a Saturday morning 😫😫😫

I'm happier than I was a couple days/weeks ago and I'm choosing to believe that it's because I've decided to only say sincerely nice things on the internet from now on and expelling all the raw snark and bitterness and anger and pain I feel into my paper journals that will be burnt before I die.

Getting closer and closer to perfecting my dewd-with-bewbs look. Looked in a bathroom mirror today and actually almost saw the male version of me in my actual reflection. Hairdo makes all the difference. (Definitely cis F, just increasingly into gender nonconformism)

I will light myself on fire It's time to get out of bed and be the starchild I can be. #GhostQuartet

I don't even know where to begin I don't even know who I am I'm not here No one is here #GhostQuartet

Seeing how y'all apparently want to cram this entire month full of spectreacular, specDracular, never mind, SPOOKY SHIT, I'm going to do an unauthorized plug for Dave Malloy's GHOST QUARTET because never in the history of singing and celloplaying has an undefinable music show gone SO FREAKING HARD.

Here's the thing with masking and overachieving for the first 35 years of your life: it depletes your once and future energy reserves. I'll never have enough energy anymore to both do daily stuff and unusual occurrences, not for the rest of my life. And with ADHD, everything is unusual occurrences.

TFW you've gone to sleep at home and wake up in the Feywild

The walls and door jambs and furniture corners are all out to GET me today. Apparently I am now a pinball. I want a full-body bubble wrap suit.

Yeah the 1st day of September miiight not have been best time of year to have almost all of my hair off but the alternative of having it in my face all the time while hiking in Italy was WORSE okay *goes on hunt for all the hats and hoodies and shawls and scarves* not like we had a summer anyway so

Oh look, the meds kicked in! Cue the Souped-up Labrador of Enthusiastic Flyby Engagement Without Any Filter Whatsoever mode of the brain! LOOKITUM GOOOO!

WELP the militant anti-abortion freaks are back on the UU campus with their drums and bagpipes and shouting assholes, where is a 65-piece marching band willing to play Pink Pony Club while plowing I mean marching through the pathetic little shit squad when you need one?

Welp that escalated quickly, byyyye

Some of you have SUCH a treat to look forward to.

Are there any other (gendernonconforming) cis women out there who do not experience gender dysphoria but DO wish they had no breasts? Surely I'm not the only one?