So A While Ago I Gave This Kid That Always Sits On Their Own Small Hand-drawn Picture Of The Plush Ghost

I'm feeling kinda terrible, like I'm going to pass out constantly. So I'll be terminating my day soon, but I finished the pattern for an embroidery project I'm working on. I don't like this shirt very much, so if I fuck it all up, no hard feelings. It's inspired by Dutch pottery (you know the ones) and Im really excited to work on this because it helps me connect to my culture. Something I know most, if not all, white Canadians and Americans can relate to. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night <3

Box cream goes in bag jail

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

There's nothing better than going into your kitchen and eating some random ingredients.

Tumblr: “you have the same kinda humor and posts as this person! here have some of their posts”

Puki: “ofcourse I know him, he’s me”

Why do you recommend me me tumblr?

best spot in class? back corner, farthest from the teachers desk. why? surrounded by less people, and you can get away with more.

Jonathan Gleason was my friend who committed suicide just over a month ago… and I just found out that he wrote this 800+ page analysis textbook. By himself. Because he was teaching analysis and he was dissatisfied with the textbook he was assigned so he just…. wrote his own.

Even if you haven’t done any math… please just take a look at this. Scroll through it as fast as you like. It’s incredible that he put so much work and so much free time into this… I’m still in awe and I really want everyone to see it. In particular, if you want a good laugh, look at chapter 5 of the analysis textbook. The opening paragraph is SO Johnny.

He also wrote a linear algebra textbook, here. 

I just said "salutation" rather than my usual "salutations".

What does it mean.

So I have a but of a theory Im working on but I need some data so:

*ADHD and Autism are separated out from other neurodivergences for theory reasons. If you have one of those, pick the relevant option for those not the non-ADHD/Autism ones, and vice versa

Also, if you consider yourself something else like an ambivert, just pick the closest/more common option

As always reblog for more data points