This old comic about personal experience with gifts. Idk brain just malfunctions when I have to show emotions and I thought that Donnie could relate?

Had a wild dream about watching a new netflix show.

It was a sci fi mockumentary, following a group of future historians? Archaeologists? I'm not sure.

But their job was to use time travel to rescue famous ships before they were "destroyed" when history records that destruction.

They had a full lunar lander from apollo 11

Some sci fi ship that was the first vessel to carry humans from thw solar system.

"And this is our pride and joy."

And the camera dramatically did multi-angle slow sweeps over over a fully restored and whole Titanic.

I was so moved I woke up.

And now I'm annoyed I can't actually get to watch that show.

growing up was odd when no one believed half the things I said. And it was all because I knew something was wrong as a kid. That it wasn't growing pains, that my leg was not working the way it was supposed to. I developed a limp, began to fall over constantly, became tied to my bed

I already have a list talking about the experience of being ignored by doctors. But this is about mobilty aids, and gut feelings. Follow them. It will help you so much in the long run, really. When my falls became frequent I knew I needed support. My family didn't understood.

But I ordered a folding cane. And there it was the ability to go out and have support. Than each time I needed another mobility aid there was that same gut feeling. I was in pain, my body was weak, I needed extra support. Now my most recent, my wheelchair is a discounted standard chair, that I had to modify to have a low back, no arm rest etc. Don't feel bad if you buy mobility aids second hand, get them donated. Being able to take the step to get them is so fucking brave.

I had a dream we went to America to go prom dress shopping and we drove past our first gun robbery of a store while the bus played Bella’s Lullaby from Twilight

Uhhh so in the chapter I’m working on next for the Gimli Dark Lord of Erebor AU fic, I have the Ring getting really excited about the idea of dressing Legolas up in Fancy Clothing to make everyone think that he’s Gimli’s “pampered pet” and...yeah, I think I accidentally just turned Durin’s Ring into a frustrated fashion designer that’s finally getting its chance to shine after three thousand years of being stifled by its parental maker’s expectations that it do military service and shit like that instead. Help?

anyone else just randomly tune into peoples conversations even though they're just way too far away to be audible

Me writing about a teenaged character who grows up to be a deranged assassin fixated on one man at the expense of his health and what might remain of his sanity: he's grumpy

do you ever scroll and then everything just looks weird-

like no, nothing changed but my eyes hurt bc the font is too big and too small and everythings blurry and its icky fix it.

Nothing has changed, but I will recoil and rub my eyes and try to make my eyes not see the icky but it wont let me and now I gotta stare at it while crying until it stops making my brain hurt. And then it gets worse and the air feels thick and you feel like you have a hole in your wind pipe but yet again nothing changed?? Brain wtf I just want to be able to see.

is this normal?

sometimes writing is super cool and fun and sometimes it feels like my brain has just handed me a box of tangled wires and said "make something cool"

? fuck am I supposed to do with any of this

Me: *lying in bed*

Brain: Whatcha up to?

Me: Trying to sleep.

Brain: Really?

Me: Really.

Brain: Huh. That's cool. Anyway, remember the times you inadvertently acted all awkward in front of that guy? Lol. *proceeds to play all the embarrassing flashbacks*

Me: .......

what does it say when dysphoria even flops over onto idealized picrew versions of oneself

Me, writing a post while super tired: This looks great!

Post: *has glaringly obvious grammar mistakes*

I only remember my dreams if I wake up during them and hoo boy was this morning's a doozy. I was, for some reason, at an old farmhouse-like place and there was a vengeful ghost of some variety trying to kill everyone. The last thing before I woke up was I and three other people inside were all hiding from the ghost, but we knew we wouldn't succeed and one of us was going to die. I could hear the whooshing of the ghost grabbing her victim, but I don't think it was me?

Anyway. Really bizarre

fellas why the FUCK am i hyperfixating on Yogi Bear rn

i picked Friday as a good date for posting chapter one of the fic without realizing it's April 14th... exactly a month after i began the fic. go team.

I don't get it

How am I able to call work easily but not the fucking doctors?????