#childhood memories
Wild Bunch Popsicles, 2002!
Crayons!
Some cute Pinga and Pingu gifs I’ve saved
boingo1994-deactivated20210426:
what’s the first movie y'all remember seeing in the movie theaters as a kid?? mine is sam raimi’s spiderman
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005) babbbbyyyyy!!!
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What’s more fun than watching dandelion seeds fly thru the air.
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Reliving the childhood spirit, anyone else feel the nostalgia of blowing dandelion puffs as a child? Blowing them in one go, while relishing the sight as your wish is carried out by the wind. Nostalgic and cheerful isn’t it?❤
Have you done it before? if not, then what are your wish making activities you did when you were a child (and until now)?
-chicky
Hope you love our first spring art this year.
Nicktoons… UNITE!
A game that was a huge part of my childhood, used to play all the time!
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RIP Stan Lee
A piece of my childhood left with you
I hope this time next year you’ll have hundreds of new happy memories
Changkyun got lost in Israel with a slushie hahaha this is horrible but also the way he said it was so funny
Have a lovely Day
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It’s getting worse day by day.
I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.
I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.
Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.
I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.
His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.
I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.
I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.
The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.
I wish I never decided to look that way.
I wish I never decided to go out that day.
I wish He didn’t call me sweetheart.
I wish He died.
I got raped it my dream
Will I ever escape the horrible memories?