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#FUCK YOU BRAIN
frankthesnek · 9 months
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Me: I am being SO productive with this fic!
Brain: yeah that's great!
Me: I'm gonna finish it tonight!
Brain: OR hear me out, you go back and add a few scenes near the beginning that will cause you to make small changes throughout everything else you have written so far.
Me: how about no???
Brain: okay cool, thats fine... I'll just obsess over this one scene idea untill you change your mind.
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shaiatka · 3 months
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I designed an adoptable, but I've grown too attached to it and now I don't want to sell it (a novel by me)
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Me intensely aware that it be easier to get food if I put the dry dishes away
Also me entirely unable to actually put them away cause their "dirty"
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Living with anxiety is completely fucking wild,
Because you can literally spend months looking forward to going to do a Thing after you make plans to do a Thing, and spend years saying how you'd give anything to do the Thing. But then when there are only a few hours before the Thing, you start questioning why the fuck you wanted to do the Thing and every life choice that lead you to this Thing.
why am I like this?!
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me shaking and frothing in the mouth thominho umbrella academy au and horrance maze runner au fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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moonstruckdraws · 1 month
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when you get all the motivation, inspiration, and consistency in the world to draw that you've been hoping to appear on Saturday but instead appears on a late Sunday afternoon to where you have to go to bed soon to be energized and productive enough to function in class
no? just me? okay.
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kingofscoops · 16 days
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Walking is meant to be good for me brain so why you trap me in an endless train if negative thoughts? Is it because you're making my back hurt or do you really just hate me that much?
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shadowtoons · 1 year
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I was gonna sleep, but my brain wanted to bring this bastard up-
Decided to draw him to shut my mind up lol
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domesticatedangel · 10 days
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NO!! im getting anxious over something that i actually ENJOY!!!
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readingtheentrails · 4 months
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Me: Come on, Brain, we're so close to finishing that fic. Just give me another thousand words or so, please 🙏
Brain: I wrote a thousand words!
Me (shaken): You—you did?
Brain: Yeah! Look, it's an outline for a new fic!
Me:
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lunarhaze · 1 year
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hate it when im just sitting around and my brain is screaming WRONGWRONWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG for no reason.
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cordelia-street · 10 months
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so sleep deprived I read a notification as
@trashmeowcan is disappointed in you
and almost started crying
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Grieving is such a weird experience. Like you're having a good day and then all of a sudden your brain is like "hey, remember what your mom looked like at her funeral?". Like...yea, thanks brain.
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shatar-aethelwynn · 6 months
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fine. I'll write a thing. but I will complain and protest it every step of the way.
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catherinekal · 8 months
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Time to talk about the fucked up dream I had last night that broke me for a bit.
So I "wake up" to a silhouette of a woman at the end of my bed. Freaky as fuck and logically I knew this isn't real, it's doing night terror shit or something, so I try to quickly prove it's not real. Fight it flight kicked in and I fought by reaching forward And just slashing her away but uhhh didn't work. She just look confused and wondered what I was doing.
Then it's a bit hazy but we ended up cuddling on my bed, she was fucking cute and it was nice. Turns out she was moving in and my mind fully believed this was real and I was awake.
You'd think when she opened my bedroom to a much bigger apartment it would break the illusion but nope still totally real. I help her finish moving in and we make out and cuddle on her bed. Then I woke up and had myself a little breakdown and cry.
Come on brain. It's hard enough controlling intrusive thoughts and managing hope and expectations when I'm awake and in control. I got no control over dreams. Why you gotta be this way? Why make me think a obvious to good to be true situation was actually real?
I know I'm touched starved and lonely. Logically I know that. I know I need someone here. But it's clear even on a subconscious level the degree I need that is so bad I'll just imagine it to be real fully convincing me when my minds the most susceptible to it.
At least it wasn't as bad as lewd sex dreams with my ex's. Those are still number 1 worst dream I'll get every so often.
Brain be fucky.
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