my adhd coping mechanism is I talk to tens of thousands of people so they'll follow me back, then I livetweet my daily activities and get that lil dopamine hit or whatever when they click the heart when I type "ok just sent that email I been procrastinating on"

I'm currently writing the event description for my feb 14 salon which is on romance and eroticism, so I absent-mindedly googled "eroticism salon", and, uh, I found this strange and magnificent photograph. I want a painting of this

wait, I have that app on my phone that's how I made my profile picture

progress on my email is not being made. but who cares about my email. (well, anna does... but never mind her for now, i'm sure she'll forgive me). ART is currently being made. art comes first

art takes time