Your abuser’s trauma does not justifiy them abusing you.
Your abuser’s disability does not justify them abusing you.
Your abuser’s gender does not justify them abusing you.
Your abuser’s illness does not justify them abusing you.
For everyone that needs to hear this: there is nothing you could ever do that’s punishable by abuse, and there is NOTHING anyone could ever say to justify the abuse you experience(d).
someone, a fool: video games cause adhd
me, an intellectual: video games provide tactile and visual stimulation and are designed to have a balance between reward (for completing your goals) and challenge (in difficulty of the game) with music designed to motivate the player without being distracting. all of these components work together to create a positive feedback loop that adhd people are more likely to be engaged by and enjoy compared to longer tasks with relatively smaller payoff like chores or even something like maintaining the focus to complete long books and projects
Analemma. The sun’s position in the sky, photographed from the same location at the same time of day throughout a year, forms an analemma. This shows the sun’s apparent swinging from its northernmost position, at the analemma’s uppermost point, at summer solstice, to its southernmost position/lowest point, at winter solstice.
how fucking amazing is this though
Kiwi on a treadmill.
well you can tell by the way i use my walk i’m a flightless bird
i can only walk
Do you know how many native birds we have in New Zealand?
One hundred and ninety-seven. I looked it up.
The huia (now extinct) was a bird prized for it’s beautiful feathers, which adorned the wealthiest Victorian aristocrats, including the queen herself.
The kea is an alpine parrot known for its talent of taking apart the parked cars of unsuspecting tourists.
The fantail is a common bird named for its distinctive tail feathers that open like a fan.
And what did we choose as our national bird?
This goofy fucking idiot.
made all the worse by our air force using it on the roundel
it’s…. it’s flightless