2014 “Magical Girl” Acrylic paint, Canvas F10 17.91x20.86
"Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and sailor senshi"
Making video :) / Canvas art “Magical Girl”
It’s time to take your medicine Amy
He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.
He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.
He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.
It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.
And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.
He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.
She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.
They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.
Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.
He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.
So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.
"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.
And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.
He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.
Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.
Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.
In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…
And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.
because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.
oh god l’m crying
that was so well written omg
Fuck i’m crying now
So my mother was up to her usual shit; calling me useless and entitled. Saying that I’m no longer allowed in the bathroom with a shower and I need to clean the other one by noon tomorrow morning or else
keep in mind it hasn’t worked in 3 years.
I was hiding in my bedroom while my parents argued over who’s fault I was when my sister came in. She walked up to me and opened up her fist revealing a rainbow popsicle ‘best friends’ necklace. She thrust it into my hand and whispered that she wanted me to have it.
"because it’s a popsicle?" I asked
"no silly because it’s a rainbow. I know- I mean- I thought you’d like it."
She then winked and told me that I no longer needed to worry about cleaning the bathroom because she had spent the past hour doing it for me.
This seems so petty and small until you realize that for the past two years my parents have been doing their darnest to get rid of me. My sister will admit that I’ve always been the scapegoat but since I came out it seems their attacks are more pointed.
My sister is 11. She has grown up in a homophobic home and listened to my parents bitch about “those damn gays” her entire life. A couple months ago I came out to her and told her the reason our parents have been threatening to kick me out or send me away. I explained that sometimes gay girls and gay boys are even beaten up by people, just because of who they love.
I cannot express how much her support means to me; perhaps I am not the one who’s wrong. If an 11 year old who has been taught nothing but hate, perhaps there is hope for the future.
If you dont fucking reblog this I hope you get thrown off a cliff into a pool of fucking legos.
This sounds like a case of narc abuse with a golden child.
i sincerely hope the best for you and give you all my love.
I’m so sorry that your family treats you like that. But your little sister really is something special if she can think like that through all that hatred. I wish you literally every once of my support and love.
I wanted to share with you our Serbian traditional way of dying Easter eggs - no artificial colors or dyes needed.
Put any leaves you like on the surface of the egg and carefully place them in a stocking. Boil these eggs in water full of onion skins. The result are beautiful, earthly colors and interesting patterns.
So my older brother was in a book store and picked up a book about the difficulties faced by same sex parents in society today when a woman came up and bitched him out for being “too young to be reading a book about THAT sort of people.” He saw that she was carrying the third Hunger Games Book so he stared her dead in the eyes and hissed “Prim dies.” and walked away and I have never been prouder to have him as my sibling.
- in memory of a deceased loved one
- because you happened to pass by a tattoo shop
- because it is your favorite quote
- because it’s from your favorite TV show
- to show dedication to your romantic partner
- because you liked the design
- because it has a deep meaning to you
- because you were young and stupid
- because you fucking wanted to.
i was gonna get angry bc i thought you were gonna be an asshole but then it was awesome
petition to call the food side of tumblr yumblr
why did no one ever think of this before
and the porn side cumblr ?
and the music side humblr?
what have I started