I Sometimes Punish Myself For Creating Because I Know Whatever I'm Writing/drawing Isn't Something My

For me, it's the words "brat" and "bratty". I don't care if you're a Military Brat, even hearing the word in a benign context (i.e., not an old crank justifying the hatred of children) makes me feel like all the blood is rushing to my head, and my eyes instantly fill with tears. I do try to control myself in such situations. I know Ye Olde Military Brats wear your label with pride. You can have your Brat Tamer kink, but never talk to me about it. Even if I'd ordinarily agree that a kid is rude or badly behaved, I'd choose any other word that'd work. And the whole Brat Summer thing is almost funny, but it's had me cringing hard. For some reason mentioning Bratz dolls is fine. (I was never into them, but I understand the context is just about toys.) Even seeing "brat" and "bratty" in print feels either like I suddenly can't read, or like a slight jumpscare. I also dislike "twerp", "twaddle", and "whore".

I have misophonia and logomisia...

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

I should try that! 🐑✨

my favorite coworker told me the scenario she thinks of to fall asleep is she stumbles upon a baby sheep and has to raise it and it grows up and she has to shear it and she says she envisions shearing it so carefully that she always falls asleep at that part

Bananas in Pyjamas and that end credits song from HTTYD: The Hidden World have been stuck in my head today. Along with several pieces of classical music.

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

I'll tell y'all if my wish comes true 🌠✨😉

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

You are not unlovable

you are not broken

you are not a failure

your brain chemicals are just messed up. you're doing amazing, don't let the dark thoughts possess you.

My big sis was really into it! So as long as I can remember there were always AG books in the house. I became extremely obsessed when I was 6, and then my mom got me Felicity for Christmas that year. My sister was mostly over it by the time she was 15. But for me, at age almost 20, the obsession has never died and I'm looking for the next doll on my list: Maryellen.

American Girl fans of Tumblr, what was your very first exposure to the brand?

Mine was finding a Meet Kaya book in my primary school's library.

Even when you're almost 20💖✨

its okay to hurt when you loose a loved stuffed animal. its okay to hurt when your plushie gets a stain, or a tear. theres nothing wrong with you, your emotions are valid. they never stopped loving you. you are even more wonderful for caring so much about something so small. please be gentle with yourself.

growing up undiagnosed autistic is like 'huh. i wonder why i feel almost like an alien compared to everyone else and why i have this feeling that i'm fundamentally different from everyone else in a way that i can't really comprehend. how peculiar that it feels like everyone just gets these things i cant possibly wrap my head around. its awfully strange how despite also being mocked and ridiculed for being different, people will also tell me that i'm overthinking and i'm just 'normal like everyone else''. and then time passes and then you have The Realization.