ladyhistory:

spookynovice:

It taught me how to summon Satan with Hot Cross Buns

THAT COMMENT IS KILLING ME

muirin007:

cocokat:

the Star Princess and the Emperor of the Night

OH MY GAHHHHH THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN HOLY POO.

adorkable 

void-liminality:

thecorsetauthority:

By Bibian Blue

This is amazing.
-Aurelia

This is where I am going “EEEEEEE!” internally.

Awesome dress, in the colours of my favorite butterfly.

Yes. Excellent.

visitheworld:

Architectural details of Reims Cathedral, a masterpiece of the gothic art, France (by Simon Greig).

muirin007:

oldschoolphantoms:

Elisabeth Berg and Mikael Samuelson. Original Swedish Cast, Sweden. Ca. 1989.

It’s an actual Swedish Christine! Yay accuracy!

muirin007:

wanderthewood:

Yorkshire, England by Yorkshire Sam

Please let me live here.

on of the things i love about my job at the daycare is how the children show you what they are interested in. It is actually so easy to set up thing for the children as long as you pay attention. In the outside area where the children play at my work the ground is covered with small rocks and i noticed the children kept picking them up and trying to roll them down thing and such. But the children are not allowed to play with the rocks cause they are on the ground to create a safe area and if the children kept playing with them it was making bald spots in the ground. so i went and got some pvc pipes from my lovely friend pony, and then bought some marbles. i then zap straped the  pipes to the fence. The children loved it. here is a picture.

well after a week of the pipes one of the other teachers noticed that the children were wanting to experiment with larger balls and see what happend but did not have a place to do that. So one of the childrens dad came in with some old drain pipes and zap straped them to the fence and set up ramps for balls. again the children were exstatic and loved having that space to play with.

 so these two things were set up but then it rained. and it being BC when it rains it poors. so there were puddles all over the play ground and the children started trying to pour water down the ball tubes. which is fine but it was starting to get crowded with children rolling balls and marbles and dumping water. so the teacher talked with the parents again. and once again an awesome parent came out and built water tubes and shafts to for the children and its attached to yet another part of the fence.

 now the children have marble tubes, ball pipes and water pipes/tube. the children are having a great time exploring and all this was made possible because us children and parents followed what the children wanted to do. it started with children playing with rocks on the ground. I can’t wait to see what their imaginations will inspire us to create next :)

when i was sick about 3 years ago and going through reabilitation, speech therapy and other things. At one point in this recovery i got moved to a part of the hospital where there were patients like me. The bring damage patients, to be very blunt. There was one guy named cody who had his own room and tv  and stuff and one of the first nights in that section i could hear phantom of the opera music coming from his room. a couple days later i was blasting led zeppelin music from my room and cody came and said hi. we ended up both becoming friends sharing our same frustration in our memory loss and brain damage. we were close to the same age. I was 20 going on 21 at the time and cody was 25. It was nice to have someone close to the same age as me in that part of the hostpital. someone who i could relate to more.

although i had amazing friends and the best boyfriend in the world who would come and visit me every day. that was limited to visiting hours. it was nice to have someone my ageish to hang out with after hours. to just watch movies and talk about what we both wanted to do once we got let out of the hospital. there were also afternoons when we would just walk around the hospital yards (cause we were allowed to leave the rooms but not the hospital grounds without someone) or go to the tim Hortons which was in the hospital for coffee.

side note: that is so canadian..brain damage patients walking around the hospital but still, god knows you are never to sick for timmies lol.

Cody was released 3 weeks before me. but we texted for that time. at least for about a week. and then he lost his phone. i got a call from some random person in vancouver asking if i knew who’s phone they had found. and i tried to explain to the best of my ability. but after that i never heard from cody again. i tried texting his phone number everyone once in a while. in fact i got into the habit of texting his phone once a month. hoping that my friend would eventually get his phone or his same number and text me back. the friend who without meaning to helped me recover. i am a very social person. i thrive off of being with people. if i did not have friends come visit me and cody there to hang out with  i probably would have delt with more depression then i did/ still do. and probably would have made less of an effort towards my own recovery.  i would have most likely screwed myself over.

so having cody as a hospital roomie made my recovery faster. made me happy. made it so i had someone that i saw as a friend and someone who i could relate to. 

after several months of texting cody. i eventualy got an angry text back stating that  the person who owned the phone had no “fucking clue who cody was and to stop fucking texting that number”. i sent a text apologising and deleted the number from my phone right away.

now its past the 3 year mark of my encephalitis incident. i am in university and engaged and striving towards newer and bigger things. but i still can’t help but wonder what happend to cody. what is he doing with his life. did he manage to complete his goals and is he striving towards the better life that he wanted. 

like i said before cody was my friend even if i only knew him for a month. He helped me with my recovery even if he did not know that he did, and even if i did not realize how helpful having him around at that time was. He made a difference.  

i still try to look for him on facebook every once in a while. but how do you send a message to someone seeing if its them when you met in those circumstances. “hey are you the guy i met at the hospital”..

if i never see him again all i can do is hope his life is turning out how he wants it. I hope that he is happy.