I Feel Some People May Enjoy These

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

January was a tough year but we made it

Flower sketch to play with a sketch brush I've never used before.

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

Not to go "if you have ADHD just go for a run" or anything, but I am so serious if you have ADHD you should regularly go outside, no headphones no phone no nothing and just stand and observe for a while until you've had enough. Not until you get bored, until you've had enough. Drink your coffee without watching tiktok. Have a bath without music. Turn down the volume in your headphones. I cannot overstate how much learning to be bored is cruicial with ADHD. Life is not just about pleasure, no matter what your dysregulated dopamine system thinks, and when you teach your brain to be okay with being bored, then boring tasks stop feeling like torture. By letting yourself be bored you are yoinking your system out of the high/low binary and allow for the highs to feel like actual highs and not just anything that isn't low. I am so serious go literally touch grass. Listen to the sounds in your flat. Stimulate your body the way it was designed. It lowers anxiety and makes you feel like you're real and best of all it's completely free

Got some punk albertan critters sticker designs done! all native species except the rat (iykyk) and my cat.... Might have more. If u have the capability or know a printer who does single/small jobs feel free to use for personal use (like dont get 100 made but a couple for u and a friend w.e.). Not to sell. I might make em into patches eventually myself as well. >>link to download (cat+rat seperate)<<

Ive had to make the habit of scuffing my feet going around corners or when i walk away

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

I have a tan hoodie i got a few years ago, from my mother.

Since i got it, its been my favorite.

Its thin, and torn but its comforting. Theres holes at the end of my sleeves i can stick my thumbs through.

On a warm summer in British Columbia, me and my friends take a bus downtown. Pausing at one of the stops to smoke and a bit of hot ash falls onto my hoodie, burning a small hole. It doesnt bother me.

Painting on a wall late at night, its cold and i can barely feel my fingers against the nozzle of the can. When i bring my arm down, my sleeve brushes against the wet paint and leaves a permanent stain. It doesnt bother me.

As the hoodie grows more worn the ends of the sleeve cuffs wear out, theres a hole that bores through them from where i put out a joint. At some parts the sleeves thin out, nearing another hole if it dare gets caught on anything. It doesnt bother me.

A late September i meet my best friend through his brother, we find and break into an abandoned house that still has belongings. He decides to spray the motion lights with liquid rubber. As i walk under it, it drips onto the pocket of my hoodie. It doesnt bother me.

The inside of the hood is stained purple from me sleeping with damp hair, even if it fades every time i wash it, it never fails to reappear after a shower. It doesnt bother me.

I get knocked off my feet in a friendly fight, the back of my hoodie gets caught on a rock and tears. But my friend is standing above me holding his hand out to help me up. I sew a patch over the hole later, but he doesnt know that. He apologies with a drink. It doesnt bother me.

I no longer wear this hoodie out, for it is worn and thin and very lovingly mended. I still see it as a part of me, the memories it holds are dear to me.