family appalled that their very quiet well behaved mature child who never caused any problems has grown up and turned out to have many many problems. more news at 8!
adhd just makes your really bad at capitalism, unfortunately
like bro i am just floating in a bubble detached from the flow of time and you want me to work 8 hour shifts?
I am built to sit up from sundown to sunup with minimal food and less light watching for intruders or little animals that I can kill. That requires very little of what would actually be called work and a whole lot of just zoning out because my eyes and ears are naturally attuned to picking up and focusing on changes to the environment. I am not built for the 9 to 5 office world, Janet. Unless your job requires me to persistence hunt Mark for sport.
Currently looking for jobs that let me hunt Mark in accounting for sport
I’m about to listen to unreal unheart send someone to pick me up from the floor where I’ll be crying in a couple of hours
Update: A butchered tongue still singin’ here above the ground So much of our lives is just carvin’ through the dark to get so far and the hardest part Is who we are I only pray, don’t fall away from me Some part of me must have died the final time that you called me baby Your reflection can’t offer a word to the bliss of not knowin’ yourself etc etc
Taking these circles of hell and the sins they represent and making them tangible and relatable and more human so that we can come to terms with the fact that the idea of sin is inherently learned and the ideas of things being morally good or morally bad are ingrained in us as people in a society and that we need to come to see everything as neutral for one reason or another is just so important like he knew what he was trying to do and he succeeded
At last, when all of the world is asleep You take in the blackness of air The likes of a darkness so deep That God at the start couldn’t bear
And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld Your reflection can’t offer a word To the bliss of not knowin’ yourself With all mirrorin’ gone from the world
Still the mind, rejectin’ this new empty space Fills it with somethin’ or someone No closer could I be to God Or why he would do what he’s done
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais ‘nós na hoíche Trína chéile; le chéile Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Claochlaithe is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Trína chéilе; le chéile Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Claochlaithe is claochlú an еalaín Is ealaín dubh í
Although your bright and light […] You arrived to me like nightfall, you come like nightfall You and I sort of mixed together You and I metamorphosized So that same idea of you can’t see where one begins and where one ends that, that is some kind of metamorphosis of some kind]
