IGGLE PIGGLE AND UPSY DAISY SPOTTED TRAPPED IN SOME KIND OF GLASS VORTEX
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Makka Pakka is an LGBT Icon
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Sun and Moon
Vincent of Beauvais, Le Mirouer historial (French translation of Speculum historiale), Paris 1463
BnF, Français 50, fol. 19r
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i shot myself yesterday, got to heaven anyway. think i might regret it now, tie my feet to rocks and drown.
GRIMES — you’ll miss me when i’m not around (x)
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In The Night Garden was actually my childhood television program of choice but I had a vision here 😂
That being said, In The Night Garden did not air until well past my childhood but I loved it as an adult. I would often get super baked and watch it at night. I even owned a DVD set of the show so I could indulge myself whenever I liked. This went on from the time I was about 19 until I was 21 or so.
I also enjoyed Barney.
I woke up early on Sunday mornings just to watch Mister Rogers Neighbourhood. I named my cat King Friday.
I often sported a Dora The Explorer bag my mother ordered me from Avon. I specifically requested it for Christmas.
I wore Disney Princess barrettes in my hair and totted my belongings around in a Hello Kitty backpack.
I ate off of Sesame Street dishes meant for toddlers.
I wore underwear with fun patterns on them from the little girls section.
I was ill and hurting.
Whilst in the throes of my eating disorder, I did not make the connection. It was not until I found myself in an eating disorder recovery program about 3 years ago that I learned that this behaviour was a way of me trying to revert back to childhood. And apparently, this was a common thing among those suffering with eating disorders. Upon learning this I remember bursting into tears in a room filled with a dozen others fighting the same battles. Partially because I realized something I thought nothing sinister of, was in fact a byproduct of something so dark inside of me. And partially because it was in fact a byproduct of the darkness inside so many others and I finally felt understood.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still find comfort in the show. It came on at my parents house late one night recently while I was there recovering from surgery and I couldn’t help but watch for a little while. It gave me the comfort I needed and the experience was bittersweet. But I can say with confidence that I created this photo today from a place of body positivity. And for that, I am shining like the creepy Baby sun ☀️
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