#idk someone help

[feathers-little-nest]

Ok how to do shit. Like, start doing tasks and keep doing them. I don't want neurotypical advice, it doesn't work, planners don't work, exercising is a task by itself, etc. It's not a social media issue, I'm just starring at a fucking wall. And then even if I manage to start doing something, there's ~80% chance that I'll abandon it during the first 10 minutes. Includes everything, hobbies, eating, low effort tasks (like watching a show) etc. Did anyone have the same/similar issue and got better? Genuinely, if anyone has any advice, please share.

Again, no planners, no exercise, no ask other people for help, no put out distractions, no change environment (all of that didn't work/is not possible for me) and it includes not only starting but keeping doing the thing. Please please please I'll take anything

[bourbonificould]

Is there like a condition for everything?

Like if I told you guys that my pinky toenails were very hard to cut off/maintain, would someone tell me that I’m likely suffering from something?

[sexynetra]

Hey gay bitches in my phone, are any of y’all French/can speak French? I have some questions I need answered

[autistic-katara]

the urge to make a vent post abt smthn that happened a year-and-a-half ago abt someone i would probably forgive instantly if they texted me “hey”

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[spacedinosauruses]

y'all, i think i'm sick

[skybson]

Every named Crew Member of the USS Enterprise's historic five-year mission in Star Trek: The Original Series.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I Need Screen Time at Night to Fall Asleep As an ADHDer

AJ’s Brain

[melmov]

I cast: curse of the eldest (can’t ask for help)

[chloesimaginationthings]

The death of Vanessa and the birth of Vanny in FNAF

(Inspired by this art by Yuto Sano)

[heatherchasesyou]

I'M CRYING

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[admiralara]

Hey this is a tipsy cry for help, I have spiders in my car, I’ve found spiders on me at work, I’ve found two spiders crawling on me in someone else’s car on two separate occasions (and they’d never seen spiders before or since), why do spiders come for me? Am I gross, am I doing something? I’d like to think I’m pretty clean

[peachsukii]

A faint knock on the front door of your apartment echos through the hallway and to your bedroom, but you don’t bother to get up. They’ll think you’re not here and leave eventually. The lights are off and don’t give off any indication that you’re home.

They knock again, this time a little firmer.

You roll over in bed, tucking your head under the covers to block out the sound. Suddenly, the click of the lock and door creaking open fill the air - he’s here.

“Peach?” Bakugo calls from the living room, feet pattering anxiously around your apartment in search of you. “You here?”

It kills you not to answer him, but there’s no way in hell you want him to see you like this, disheveled and miserable. Maybe if you stay still, you can trick him into thinking you’re not hiding away from the world and aren’t home.

“Ya haven’t answered my calls in three days,” he says aloud as his footsteps approach your bedroom. “Your girlfriends, too. Called ‘em this mornin’ looking for you.”

You’re busted, there’s no running from Katsuki Bakugo. He’s not stupid or naive. Why did you think you could hide from him?

Bakugo lets out a sigh of relief when he sees your body under the covers in the dark. Carefully, he makes his way to your bed and sits on the edge.

“There you are,” he says quietly, nowhere near his normal volume. There’s no bite to his words, only genuine concern. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Ha - no. Not in the slightest.

The blanket shifts a bit when you curl further into yourself. Bakugo reaches for the hem of the comforter, tugging it off of you in one motion. That’s when it sinks in and he understands the situation, maybe a little too well.

“I get it. Y’don’t wanna be seen as weak,” he speaks, both reflectively and to you. “But bein’ down doesn’t mean you’re weak, you’re human, peaches. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being sad.”

“You didn’t have to come,” you muffle into the pillow, hiding your face from him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Never said you wouldn’t be. Doesn’t mean I can’t be here or worry about your ass.”

Let him in, he obviously wants to help. Just…let him in. Why’s it so hard?

“I don’t…” you trail off, unable to tell him you don’t need his help. Finally, you sit up to face him, hair tangled over your shoulders and t-shirt drooping from your collarbone. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

Bakugo laughs. “Scare me? Gonna have to try a lot harder than that. What kinda hero would I be if I let ya rot away in bed?” He scoops you into his arms and squeezes you firmly. “Let me take care of you when you’re not feelin’ up to it.”