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valsmotive · 10 months
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Don't worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.
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denerturee · 3 months
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But a disappointment for Megamind fans
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dramatic-disraeli · 9 days
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Sad children.
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years
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I want to reiterate this cause its been haunting me
I also put it on Carryonprompts as well:
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OK...what's with Simon's Basement thing? Where is this coming from? He brings it up twice in 2 different chapters. If this was any other character we'd get a whole explanation for this but since it's Simon he gives no context to this aversion, we just gotta take his word on this. He hates basements. I'm so curious as to whether this started with something that happened to him at Watford or before?
Thanks @sailor-blossoms and @kohatenz for chatting with me about it 😀
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ivynotpoisonous · 3 months
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my roman empire is a person I could've been if I had been treated decently as a child
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schmittymctitties · 11 months
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of course i’m childish i spent most of my childhood being sad i have to make up for that now
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bloodintoink-blog · 7 months
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Childhood smells like corroded metal.
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aliceonearth · 2 years
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I live in pain i dont know about. There is a little gloom even on days i have had the most perfect hair of all times. I feel a little sad when i am on the third cup of my coffee. And whilst i am busy working, my hair pinned tight, i would want to let them loose to sway on my face and then tuck them behind my ears in the most nostalgic of ways. It scares me sometimes how there is a different world in my mind. I have had a sad childhood.
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madamemarmot · 1 year
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But I was so sad that evening; I understood - as I have understood at different points in my life - that the childhood isolation of fear and loneliness would never leave me. My childhood had been a lockdown.
Lucy by the Sea by Elizabeth Strout
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mydanishsweetheartt · 9 months
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I think I have severe daddy issues.
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Its haunting to me how butterscotch basically roofied his son so he wouldn't bring up his infidelity to Beatrice but she knew about it already. so im just. Ughh fuck that guy cause what the hell . That's fucked up. What else has he done to bojack I don't want to know
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littlesleeper · 1 year
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Today I went back to my childhood home. I was extremely distressed and decided it might be nice to go back.
I did things that I used to do as a young girl;
Laying awkwardly on the outside furniture while drinking a sugary drink, listening to the birds and taking note of the budding flowers. Letting my arm dangle over the side of the furniture and brush along the yard.
I went into my room and dug out my old toys, deciding to try and play with them again. I didn't feel anything. This gutted me.
Not my room, nor my toys, nor my pass-times made me feel any of the comfort that I used to feel there and on my way home I mourned for the link to my childhood self that seems to have dissolved. I think she's a memory now instead of a shade still living within me.
For someone who doesn't really know how they are like without looking through the lens of illness, I feel like I have lost the only tether of guidance that I had.
It's not a circumstance I can chalk up to human novelty such as the position of the planets now or at the time of my birth. Or that its something I would be told was a part of "God's Plan". It simply just fucking sucks, and I can't even frame it in a poetical way or make it seem pretty.
It fucking sucks.
Art Works Featured
Normal Rockwell, Little Girl With Lipstick 1922
Briton Riviere, Play Fellows 1900
William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Child Braiding A Crown 1874
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dalle2 · 2 years
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A can't of cola, held by a disappointed child.
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bzehraaksoy · 2 years
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Dayan yalnızlığım.
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darkthingshappen · 2 years
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25. What events changed them as a child? Volkov?
Volkov basically raised himself. His father wasn't around in any real capacity as he was in and out of prison until one stint where he just never came back. His mother did her best, but got sick one winter and was never able to recover, dying shortly after. They tried to put him in a state home, but he didn't like the overcrowding, strict rules, and the borderline abusive discipline. So he ran away, as often as he needed to. He lived on the streets and committed petty crimes that had increasingly violent outcomes.
So, I suppose that would be the loss of both parents and the horrible state of the orphanages they kept trying to put him in. And then, when he went to prison as a fairly young person and was victimized there. So all that combined to make him feel like he needed to be untouchable. His whole life has been a pursuit of that goal. And he achieved it, for the most part.
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bloodintoink-blog · 1 year
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