cieply:

god this is how i imagine all guys from california to talk like

(Source: -hewastheirfriend)

prozdvoices:

said:

Twelve Marios having Thanksgiving dinner. Talking over each other and generally having a good time.

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I present to you A Very Mario Thanksgiving.

ADHD is about having broken filters on your perception.

Normal people have a sort of mental secretary that takes the 99% of irrelevant crap that crosses their mind, and simply deletes it before they become consciously aware of it. As such, their mental workspace is like a huge clean whiteboard, ready to hold and organize useful information.

ADHD people… have no such luxury. Every single thing that comes in the front door gets written directly on the whiteboard in bold, underlined red letters, no matter what it is, and no matter what has to be erased in order for it to fit.

As such, if we’re in the middle of some particularly important mental task, and our eye should happen to light upon… a doorknob, for instance, it’s like someone burst into the room, clad in pink feathers and heralded by trumpets, screaming HEY LOOK EVERYONE, IT’S A DOORKNOB! LOOK AT IT! LOOK! IT OPENS THE DOOR IF YOU TURN IT! ISN’T THAT NEAT? I WONDER HOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKS DO YOU SUPPOSE THERE’S A CAM OR WHAT? MAYBE ITS SOME KIND OF SPRING WINCH AFFAIR ALTHOUGH THAT SEEMS KIND OF UNWORKABLE.

It’s like living in a soft rain of post-it notes.

This happens every single waking moment, and we have to manually examine each thought, check for relevance, and try desperately to remember what the thing was we were thinking before it came along, if not. Most often we forget, and if we aren’t caught up in the intricacies of doorknob engineering, we cast wildly about for context, trying to guess what the hell we were up to from the clues available.

On the other hand, we’re extremely good at working out the context of random remarks, as we’re effectively doing that all the time anyway.

We rely heavily on routine, and 90% of the time get by on autopilot. You can’t get distracted from a sufficiently ingrained habit, no matter what useless crap is going on inside your head… unless someone goes and actually disrupts your routine. I’ve actually been distracted out of taking my lunch to work, on several occasions, by my wife reminding me to take my lunch to work. What the? Who? Oh, yeah, will do. Where was I? um… briefcase! Got it. Now keys.. okay, see you honey!

Also, there’s a diminishing-returns thing going on when trying to concentrate on what you might call a non-interactive task. Entering a big block of numbers into a spreadsheet, for instance. Keeping focused on the task takes exponentially more effort each minute, for less and less result. If you’ve ever held a brick out at arm’s length for an extended period, you’ll know the feeling. That’s why the internet, for instance, is like crack to us - it’s a non-stop influx of constantly-new things, so we can flick from one to the next after only seconds. Its better/worse than pistachios.

The exception to this is a thing we get called hyper focus. Occasionally, when something just clicks with us, we can get ridiculously deeply drawn into it, and NOTHING can distract us. We’ve locked our metaphorical office door, and we’re not coming out for anything short of a tornado.

Medication takes the edge off. It reduces the input, it tones down the fluster, it makes it easier to ignore trivial stuff, and it increases the maximum focus-time. Imagine steadicam for your skull. It also happens to make my vision go a little weird and loomy occasionally, and can reduce appetite a bit.

Hope this helps and please do share this so that more people can learn what its really like to have ADHD.

Tickd mobile by factnotfiction (via book—wyrm)

This is incredibly spot on for my experiences, right down to my wife’s reminders.

In fact, I was just about to post something interesting when I found this post and now I have no idea what it was. I’m going to spend the next 20 minutes looking back over my feed to see if something re-triggers that exact random thought.

(via briangefrich)

Oh my god, this is exactly it. This is my brain. This is my life. Seriously if I’m doing something DO NOT INTERRUPT

In an essay for graduate school, I likened having ADHD with anxiety like having a brain full of a cloud of rainbow butterflies… Made of fire and razor wire. I can’t help but chase the thoughts, but then I realize that I’ve lost control of the task and have an anxiety attack / I’ve caught the butterfly but it’s dead and I’m bleeding and burned.

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(Source: merganize)

deerkids:

sweet

recentgooglesearches:

the bible but all the words are changed to fuck

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p-otter-m-alfoy:

at least i know nobody’s using me for my looks

(Source: potterm-alfoy)

(JEAN-RALPHIO enters.) TOMMY T! You just missed the CRAZIEST of crazies. Clubs. Girls. Dancing. Naked—-MOM?!?! Argument. Fleeing the scene. Hiding in a dumpster. Coming here. Crashing on your couch for a week ‘cause [sings] technically I’m homeless.

(Source: spookydrakeimpala)

i drew on freckles because why not!

she keep me worm

(Source: sleepyblob)

(Source: drownerrs)

art-enthusiasts:

"Where are we going?"
"Out of our minds"
Across the Universe (2007)

art-enthusiasts:

"Where are we going?"

"Out of our minds"

Across the Universe (2007)

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blackmagicalgirlmisandry:

iamkendoll:

Come through!

But is this not a look?

blackmagicalgirlmisandry:

iamkendoll:

Come through!

But is this not a look?

(Source: trbj21)

themaidenofthetree:

I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.