I bought a bunch of python coding pdfs, I have knitting supplies, and no drive to look at either of them right now.
The creativity well hasn't had a lot running.
In my history class, we were debating about breast feeding and all the boys were like “ew gross women should go in the bathroom or not do that in public” and I never talk in that class, but I felt compelled to input my opinion so I said “men think the display of a woman’s body is good until it’s no longer for their pleasure” and everyone just shut their mouths and looked at me
I’ve never seen so many boys open their mouth to defend themselves and have nothing come out in my life.
I don't let myself look up what my school friends are doing now, I'm afraid. Afraid I'll find pictures of a something I missed. I remember us at 11 crowded around a school library computer, you both looked up your favourite wedding dresses most of them mermaid and lacy white, you picked out our bridesmaids dresses and talked about how we would find a colour that at least looked good on us all; I thought powdered blue. I miss being that young, when the only worries where our homework and hoping we where first out for lunch. Maybe you did get married, maybe if I log in to my socials I'll find an invite. Or maybe time has changed too much, we aren't eleven anymore. I wonder if you picked powdered blue or a mermaid dress in lacy white, I wonder if something remains the same.
With @staff 's recent post saying 1/4 of this site is LGBTQ going around, I'd like to see what the actual demographic is
So!
Please reblog for bigger sample size!
i know some naughty words that will really knock your socks off
Who has time for rational thinking when anxiety exists?
An incoming phone call you say
And I freeze like a deer in headlights
Have I been hit, I feel blooding rushing past my ear drums
My heart is beating quick
then quicker, a fast rapid flicker
it's trying to run away, but my body won't move
Instead my body stands shock still and I watch locked in, but so far removed
I'm dizzy spinning around and round in my amygdala, a ringing is pulsing against the outside walls of it
trying to get inside
I cannot hide
Then the ringing just stops
it's stops
Incoming call is dropped and rational thinking has lost.
Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves
I like a lot of artistic things from drawing to painting to memes to making dice with resin. Computer science is my second degree I'm working on and I'm something of a neurodivergent catastrophe. I share things I think are neat, relatable, or helpful.
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