Normal Horoscope:
Aries: Manners make the man do terrible things. Know when to tell the guy to fuck off.
Taurus: Life is not about momentum or speed it is about rhythm. Bad days are just off-beat, know you’ll find it soon enough. Contract boogie fever.
Gemini: Gear up for tomorrow, you’ll need a backpack full of the shit you use to get things done.
Cancer: Be afraid be very very afraid, but never let it paralyze you. You’ve got things to do and people to confuse.
Leo: Nostalgia is a poison, growth is the antidote. Ambien works too.
Virgo: The stars drew a picture of you! It is an excellent picture. Sadly it is hard to describe. Lovely gills you have.
Libra: In the long run you define success. In the meantime, a motherfuckers gotta eat, grab the bat and get in the car.
Scorpio: Turns out you get to shoulder tackle one person consequence free every lifetime. Use it wisely.
Ophiuchus: Collect something small so it wont bother any future roommates.
Sagittarius: Your eye for details can be a curse, some things were meant to go unnoticed. Keep silent.
Capricorn: If somewhere feels magic, it probably is. Trust your gut, it kept you safe this long.
Aquarius: Once you know the rules and when to break them you get to mix and match as you see fit. This is called a personality.
Pisces: Know when to keep the connection with you. Oftentimes the sun can be a better companion than any human.
Hi! I have decided to make this masterpost, putting in one place everything that I have found ADHD - related!
For some links, I have listed some of the things you can find there, choosing those that I thought were the most useful, but check the whole site because everything is great!
BASICS:
- what is ADHD.
- types of ADHD.
- adult ADHD.
- adults vs kids ADHD.
- women and ADHD.
- ADHD test - please, tho, don’t take this for granted and please don’t self diagnose, talk with your doctor about the results! TO GET SPECIAL ACCOMODATIONS AT SCHOOL IN A LOT OF COUNTRIES A CERTIFICATION IS NEEDED!!!
- the best ADHD related youtube channel. - adhd in girls // sleeping // relationships // how fidgeting is useful.
- signs of ADHD.
- debunked myths.
- things nobody tells you about having ADHD.
- 7 Everyday Struggles Of People With ADHD.
STUDYING:
- studying with ADHD. (problems+solutions)
- 15 study tips for students with ADHD.
- more study tips.
- even more tips.
- another list of tips.
- exam tips. // grade tips.
- math accomodations.
- writing help / websites.
- APPS.
- ADHDtricks - format study material // blue tack // trouble understanding // readable web .
FOCUSING:
- keep your focus.
- food to help focusing.
- chronic procrastination.
- hyperfocus.
- fight distractions.
- focus right now.
- more focusing hacks.
MISC:
- boredom.
- sleeping. // tips for better sleep.
- medications + avoid side effects.
- meds’ side effects (and how to reduce them.)
- more about meds.
- ADHD strenghts!
- read some life experiences!
- planning. + great planning site.
- relationships.
- 2 hour glitter jar calming video + how to make one!
- some satisfying videos.
- aquarium calming video.
WEBSITES:
- CHADD.
- ADDA - adhd starter kit!
- ADHDtogether.
- kidsinthehouse’s ADHD section.
- ADHD reddit.
- Totallyadd.
- verywell’s ADHD section.
- ADDtitudemag.
- ADHD study tumblr.
- Social networks! Use facebook to find support groups and pages, use Tumblr to connect with others like you and use Twitter to find out about new articles and resources with the tag #adhd!
Thats it! Hope you have found this mp useful, feel free to add things!
+ other links:
Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives
- You’re more than what you make.
- Your productivity does not determine your value.
- It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.
- Not everything you do has to result in a product.
- Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.
- You can make things just for yourself.
- You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.
- You’re allowed to say no.
- You’re allowed to rest.
Normal Horoscope:
Aries: Make sure you’re getting enough protien. Crack the bones and get at the marrow.
Taurus: You want something done right? Create several clones of yourself and make them fight.
Gemini: You will make an impression at your next job interview when you slam into it at terminal velocity.
Cancer: Your destiny is covered in sticky stuff.
Leo: The connections are many. Some of them should absolutely die. Others will bring you comfort if they stay.
Virgo: Be wary of those you have bested time and time again. People learn from defeat.
Libra: Sorry to say this but something is actually eating your socks. Call an exterminator.
Scorpio: What else are you gonna do with your time? Not make dick jokes?
Ophiuchus: Be sure to have a good firm grip on the obvious before you move on to the hard stuff.
Sagittarius: This is the swamp of your discontent. This is the estuary of your confusion.
Capricorn: Be prepared for a big change, you’ll need a new arm hole in your shirts but I am not sure where.
Aquarius: No fortune today, the stars handed me a drift wood carving of you. It’s quite pretty.
Pisces: Get in your own way. Only you can stop yourself.
i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
This is the opposite of a creepypasta
sometimes i try to guess what the audio to weird videos will be, before turning it on
didn’t expect this one. not complaining either
The Signs as Boyfriends:
Aries: Generally high maintenance. Needs lots of energy and attention. No bones. Supported by sacs of helium. Explosive when ignited.
Taurus: Quiet and clingy. Just wants to be by your side. Pays for things without asking. Extremely high resistance to radiation. Glows blue in the dark due to intense cobalt saturation.
Gemini: Moody and impulsive. Lots of adventures! Long phone calls. Makes you laugh. Bone structure fluctuates with the phases of the moon.
Cancer: Buys you coffee every morning. Protects you from the world. Buried out by the train tracks.
Leo: Playful, but a bit of a brat. Accepts dominance but only after a bit of teasing. Concerned about your safety. Old radio circuitry implanted in their skull. Spends their spare time frantically writing down incomprehensible transmissions. Embarrassed by this.
Virgo: Empathetic and touchy. Always wants to hold your hand. Big sweaters and rainy days. Largest predatory mammal in north america.
Libra: Talkative, funny and sassy. Saves up to take you on weird dates to interesting places. A bit to competitive for their own good. Old jackets and beanies to cover the colony of mycellium that runs along their skin.
Scorpio: Clumsy and caring in the most endearing way. Modest but heartfelt gifts that really mean something to you. Fiercely protective. Black market weapons dealer. Holds you. Enjoys being held in turn.
Ophiuchus: Mysterious past. Covered in unnatural burns. Odd inhuman eyes constantly scanning the horizon. Hates the sound of beating wings.
Sagittarius: Really fuckin cool. Popular but treats it like its nothing. Secretly likes the attention. Eyes only for you. Busy, but somehow takes time out of their schedule for you. No eyelids. Barbed, prehensile tongue.
Capricorn: Solitary and thoughtful. Loves deeply but never the best at showing it. Enjoys just spending time with you in silence. An introvert to the end. Poor eyesight, tracks your movement with an electrosensory organ.
Aquarius: Voracious learner. Texts first. Makes plans without exactly telling you every time. Bit of a hassle but always a fun time. Requires a new host every six months or so.
Pisces: Artistic and a bit of a weirdo in the best kind of way. Dangerously lovable. A bit clueless. Extremely affectionate. Likes it when you’re rough with him. Cannot leave the ancestral territories for more than a few days at a time.
See this is why astrology is BS, most of these can describe anyone. Yeah, I AM buried by the train tracks but I also have no eyelids and require a new host twice a year.
I tried really, really hard to sit down and do some writing today. But my brain just wasn't having it. I can't explain the urge, but it's like... I need to feel my fingers picking up and sliding things around and writing with a pen. I can get a sense that there are times when I can hyperfocus, which is what I need to write the prose. But right now, it's a struggle to do anything more than pin big ideas down. So that's what I let myself do. I sat down in the floor with my index cards and a pen, and I let myself just toss out plot ideas in my sloppiest handwriting. In the end, I still have new content accomplished, and it carries the same sense of mental satiation that writing a scene does. . . . #amwriting #adhd https://www.instagram.com/p/BozK2h2gHYS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qchvfb2fupiv
let’s take a moment to appreciate the greatest hero in video game history...
load-bearing
Sometimes people hit a place in their life where things are going really well. They like their job and are able to be productive at it; they have energy after work to pursue the relationships and activities they enjoy; they’re taking good care of themselves and rarely get sick or have flareups of their chronic health problems; stuff is basically working out. Then a small thing about their routine changes and suddenly they’re barely keeping their head above water.
(This happens to me all the time; it’s approximately my dominant experience of working full-time.)
I think one thing that’s going on here is that there are a bunch of small parts of our daily routine which are doing really important work for our wellbeing. Our commute involves a ten-minute walk along the waterfront and the walking and fresh air are great for our wellbeing (or, alternately, our commute involves no walking and this makes it way more frictionless because walking sucks for us). Our water heater is really good and so we can take half-hour hot showers, which are a critical part of our decompression/recovery time. We sit with our back to the wall so we don’t have to worry about looking productive at work as long as the work all gets done. The store down the street is open really late so late runs for groceries are possible. Our roommate is a chef and so the kitchen is always clean and well-stocked.
It’s useful to think of these things as load-bearing. They’re not just nice - they’re part of your mental architecture, they’re part of what you’re using to thrive. And when they change, life can abruptly get much harder or sometimes just collapse on you entirely. And this is usually unexpected, because it’s hard to notice which parts of your environment and routine are load bearing. I often only notice in hindsight. “Oh,” I say to myself after months of fatigue, “having my own private space was load-bearing.” “Oh,” after a scary drop in weight, “being able to keep nutrition shakes next to my bed and drink them in bed was load-bearing.” “Oh,” after a sudden struggle to maintain my work productivity, “a quiet corner with my back to the wall was load-bearing.”
When you know what’s important to you, you can fight for it, or at least be equipped to notice right away if it goes and some of your ability to thrive goes with it. When you don’t, or when you’re thinking of all these things as ‘nice things about my life’ rather than ‘load-bearing bits of my flourishing as a person’, you’re not likely to notice the strain created when they vanish until you’re really, really hurting.
Almost two weeks after reading this, and I’m still kind of blown away at what a ridiculously fruitful definition this is. Like I had no idea that load bearing things were a thing that needed to have a word for them, but now I’m like holy shit I’m so glad that there’s now a word I can use to refer to this really important class of Thing.
This is astounding. Load-bearing. Forget spoons, this concept is wonderful. I’m going to update my Spear Theory with this.
Hello I'm an adult and I've been wearing red panda pajamas all day because it's windy and grey and gross outside #hurricaneflorence https://www.instagram.com/p/BnzfnzigI5N/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y9tee94qu20c
Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?
I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.
Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.
Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.
I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.
Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.
“Do you like this one?” the cashier asked, ringing me up. “Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like,” I replied intensely. “That’ll be $12.01,” she said.
MOUNTAIN LODGE
it literally smells like waking up on a cold night to find a bearded richard armitage adding another quilt to the bed before he gets back in and pulls you snugly against his chest
I’m not fucking around I feel like I should be watching chris hemsworth in flannel and suspenders whittling a delicate masterpiece in front of a fireplace rn
All right, Tumblr, I saw this post a few months ago and immediately realized I had to smell this candle. I have never in my life experienced such a burning need (pun intended) to smell what the Yankee Candle website described as a warm aroma of cedarwood and sage, but what Tumblr described as my new boyfriend.
The trouble is that nearest Yankee Candle Company store was a bit of a trek, and my schedule tended to prohibit this olfactory adventure.
So for the last few weeks, as I’d scroll my Tumblr dash and look at images of attractive manly men, I’d sigh and wistfully think, if only I could engage another sense with this image. If only I could I could truly fathom the ideal fragrance of this man.
And then this happened.
And I knew.
I knew whatever was happening, I needed to get to a Yankee Candle Company. The scent of Mountain Lodge would transport me instantly to this scene. The aroma of this infamous candle could make me live out a self-insertion Avengers fanfic.
So I got in my car, made the drive, and located the Yankee Candle Company. The store was crowded with holiday shoppers. My nose was immediately assaulted by hundreds of warring scents.
I battled through the sea of humanity and the Angel Wings-Merry Marshmallow-Magical Frosted Forest assault, buoyed on by my need to understand what Steve Rogers ripping a log in half with his bare hands smelled like.
I waded toward the back of the store, only to discover the man candle section seems to have been discontinued. What was I going to steady myself on, once I found my scented gateway to hanging out with the Avengers on Hawkeye’s farm? I felt lost, adrift, unable to find my bearings amid Soft Blanket-Fluffy Towels-Home Sweet Home.
And then… rising from the “Fresh” display, there it was.
Mountain Lodge.
It was the moment of truth. What would it be like to smell this infamous candle?
I opened the lid. I took a deep breath.
And I giggled.
Ah yes. This was it. This gentle, pleasantly masculine fragrance, in fact, reduced me to what I’d probably do in the actual presence of Chris Evans: giggle like an idiot.
The smell makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me gently swoon: all reactions that, indeed, can be elicited by an ideal man. I can barely handle the true power of Mountain Lodge.
Several months have passed since this discovery. I have regaled friends with the saga, and after hearing of it, they, too, felt the burning need to smell the candle. One by one, we have all become Mountain Lodge converts. In times of need, this candle is our refuge. Our group has developed escapist superpowers, infused by the Yankee Candle Company.
THE CANDLE, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.
MOUNTAIN LODGE.
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we love everything about all of this. We will always be there for you, just light your Mountain Lodge candle and know that our love burns bright for you.
The official Yankee Candle™ tumblr account has recognized the Mountain Lodge mythos. My work on the material plane is finally complete. A being of pure light, I slowly ascend to the aether.
the lonely journal keeper
A very necessary food network text post meme