March132011
Is this Colleen Moore? I think it is, but I am not sure.
She made the fairy castle at the Museum of Science and Industry!
It was always my favorite exhibit, other than the pickled fœtuses.

Is this Colleen Moore? I think it is, but I am not sure.

She made the fairy castle at the Museum of Science and Industry!

It was always my favorite exhibit, other than the pickled fœtuses.

March232011

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April42011
williams-blood:

lovecatx:

HE HAD IT COMING!
HE HAD IT COMING!
HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME!


I didn’t do itbut if I’d done ithow could you tell me that I was wrong?

williams-blood:

lovecatx:

HE HAD IT COMING!

HE HAD IT COMING!

HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME!

I didn’t do it
but if I’d done it
how could you tell me that I was wrong?

(Source: acruelultimatum, via zombieporno)

April172011
4PM
April202011
This, unfortunately, is pretty much my life most of the time.At least I have gotten to a point where I recognize it, and understand how destructive this thought pattern is.There is so much cognitive dissonance in my attitude towards myself and my body. Intellectually I know that I am not only attractive, but also on the thin side, if not downright skinny. Sure, I am more of an hourglass than a stick, but I am more of an elongated egg-timer hourglass than the squat witch’s hourglass from The Wizard of Oz.I understand these things, and I understand that starvation-induced bones are not as beautiful as the lush curves of the women whose bodies I admire, and aspire to resemble. I want to look more like Rita Hayworth, Christina Hendricks, or Marilyn Monroe than Kate Moss or Gemma Ward, and yet when I begin to approximate their shapes, I look in the mirror, and all I see is fat, fat, fat.I see rolls where there are the shapes of bones, and bulges where there is just a flat expanse of skin. I do not want to see this. I want to see reality, but for some reason I cannot.Maybe one day. 

This, unfortunately, is pretty much my life most of the time.
At least I have gotten to a point where I recognize it, and understand how destructive this thought pattern is.
There is so much cognitive dissonance in my attitude towards myself and my body. Intellectually I know that I am not only attractive, but also on the thin side, if not downright skinny. Sure, I am more of an hourglass than a stick, but I am more of an elongated egg-timer hourglass than the squat witch’s hourglass from The Wizard of Oz.
I understand these things, and I understand that starvation-induced bones are not as beautiful as the lush curves of the women whose bodies I admire, and aspire to resemble. I want to look more like Rita Hayworth, Christina Hendricks, or Marilyn Monroe than Kate Moss or Gemma Ward, and yet when I begin to approximate their shapes, I look in the mirror, and all I see is fat, fat, fat.
I see rolls where there are the shapes of bones, and bulges where there is just a flat expanse of skin. I do not want to see this. I want to see reality, but for some reason I cannot.
Maybe one day. 

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2AM
I have a strict no wire hangers ever policy for my wardrobe.

I have a strict no wire hangers ever policy for my wardrobe.

(Source: joeydeangelis, via itsdelovely)

April232011
I never look this pretty when touching up my lipstick.

I never look this pretty when touching up my lipstick.

(Source: iwantsomethingidontbelievein, via thelittlestmoon)

April242011
April272011
chrstnrdrgz:

I wish I had a bear friend. Dancing wouldn’t always feel so lonely.

Wojtek? Is that you, my long lost Polish Soldier?! Why are you dancing with a hipster? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU WOJTEK?I want a bear friend too, but only Wojtek. 

chrstnrdrgz:

I wish I had a bear friend. Dancing wouldn’t always feel so lonely.

Wojtek? Is that you, my long lost Polish Soldier?! Why are you dancing with a hipster? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU WOJTEK?
I want a bear friend too, but only Wojtek. 

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