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i suffer from a disease called “not wanting to work”, and it’s incurable

This post is for those of you who need a little (or a lot of) extra time for speaking.

For those of you who have a stutter, no matter how big or small.

For those of you who have trouble forming sounds of words sometimes.

For those of you who have to point at words and ask “How do I say this?”

For those of you who have to ask that more then once.

For those of you who’s tongues just don’t seem to work.

For those of you who’s minds work faster then you can articulate.

For those of you who’s mouths articulate faster then you can think.

For those of you who find speaking through social media a wonderful relief because nobody can hear you struggle verbally with you words if they’re reading them from a screen.

For those of you who sometimes say the wrong words, or words in the wrong order.

For those of you who have ever felt helpless.

For those of you who are often interrupted by people saying things such as:

“Just spit it out already!”

“Oh my God, is this going to take twenty minutes or what?”

“Honey, I love you, but please get to the point.”

This post if for those of you who have been told directly or indirectly that your speaking puts those around you at an inconvenience because they have to spend extra time that “they just do not have” to listen to you. 

This post is for those of you who have been told that your thoughts have no worth because they take you longer then others to share. 

This post if for those of you who have been told these things and similar things to them.

You are not an inconvenience. Every word you speak is a treasure, and those who do not respect you enough to give you the time you need do not deserve you.

You are worthy and deserve to be listened to like any other “able-bodied” person is.

I’m sorry some people just don’t understand that.

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have acne

are currently running on minimal sleep

never brush your hair

Are actually a long-forgotten eldrich cryptid with a cry like death that makes the blood of men run cold in their veins, turns their hearts to stone and their minds to so much dust. Those who come to learn your name learn with it a fear they never knew they could possess. The blind see your horror. The deaf hear your cruel laughter. The ones with no feeling feel your icy talons tracing their spine. The dead tremble and roll in their graves, ever so thankful for the mercy of not having to experience the fear that is you. Soon you will return to this world, and the world will fall to chaos. As fire envelops the world, as all life perishes at your whim, you smile. For humanity should never have forsaken you.

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