lierdumoa:

greenbryn:

whatthecurtains:

cthullhu:

nonomella:

Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me

Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age

“It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written”

-Neil Gaiman on Coraline

@nightlovechild

This is a legit psychology phenomenon tho like there’s a stop motion version of Alice and Wonderland that adults find viscerally horrifying, but children think is nbd. It’s like in that ‘toy story’ period of development kids are all kind of high key convinced that their stuffed animals lead secret lives when they’re not looking and that they’re sleeping on top of a child-eating monster every night so they see a movie like Coraline and are just like “Ah, yes. A validation of my normal everyday worldview. Same thing happened to me last Tuesday night. I told mommy and she just smiled and nodded.”

ionaonie:

star-anise:

imnotevilimjustwrittenthatway:

star-anise:

dotdollplushies:

405blazeitt:

i hate the trope of kids giving their favorite stuffed animal to a younger child as a sign of compassion and coming of age, as if this is something that should be expected of kids as they grow up

im 22 and i dont care who you are you’ll have to pry my ikea shark out of my cold dead hands

I can’t remember the name of the study, but there was a theory, supported by pretty good evidence, that if you have your comforter, be it blanket, plush, pacifier, whatever, taken away when you’re not ready to give it up, even if you’re a dinky little kid, it can have really long lasting effects. People who kept their comforters into adulthood were less likely to smoke, drink or do drugs, tended to have better family relations and home lives etc, while those that saw their comforter removed or destroyed were more likely to be drawn to more serious “comforts” elsewhere. The more extreme the removal, the more extreme the result. Typically.

We learn at our own pace to make and break connections and emotional ties, and the situation is forced upon us, we seek comfort. But whoa wait, you can’t possibly have comfort anymore, you’re five. You’re a big kid now.

So when parents are forcing you to “grow up” by tearing the only comfort in the world from you, they could actually be messing you up big time.

In psychology they’re called “transitional objects” and they help the neurobiological process of helping children learn to internalize the experience of being loved and cared for, which is an essential part of learning to regulate your emotions.  They are REALLY important.

I wonder what it means psychologically that I’ve started getting a few more for myself?

Well, there’s a process we call “re-parenting yourself” where you give yourself the love you missed out on in childhood, and thereby start to heal the pain you’ve carried since then.  And using childhood comfort objects can be part of that.

danieljlayton:

coltre:

goodnight to all the ones who never receive a goodnight

…I usually don’t reblog this kind of thing, but…for some reason, this really hit me.

targetretales:

-A woman dropped a candle, scattering shattered glass across the floor. Without hesitation, she began to crush any shards she saw under her foot, smothering them into a dust. I do not know whether this was her method of cleaning, or if she was attempting to hide the evidence of her mistakes, but her determination warned me not to ask.

-An aggressively yet impressively steampunk family came through my lane and purchased the Oregon Trail board game, leaving me further puzzled about what time period they called home.

-The total for a woman’s purchase came out to exactly $33.33 and I felt like my life may have meaning again, until she had to ruin everything by “using her store card” to “save money like a financially responsible adult.”

-I handed a child his toy zebra after scanning it. This, to him, was an intense show of kindness, and he seemed to vow his life to me in this moment. From then until he was well into the parking lot, he did not take his eyes off of me, waving persistently and shouting his goodbyes. I appreciate the adoration. I hope to see him again soon. I hope he has developed object permanence by this point.

-A man came through my lane, furious at me for the fact that we were out of a Kenny Chesney CD. I am so sorry for this man, this white heterosexual Christian man, that he has to deal with such intense persecution today.

-A girl in her twenties witnessed me hand a child a sticker and was clearly struck with envy. When it came to be her turn, she wasted no time asking for one, just as I wasted no time handing her one, just as she wasted no time plastering it across her face, just as I wasted no time appointing her as my role model.

-I watched as a baby, screaming and crying in fury, did the only thing he possibly could, and began to aggressively lick his blanket up and down. I have said it before and I will say it again: Babies. Are. Incredible.

-A woman came through with, I believe, three prepubescent boys who would not stand still long enough to be properly counted. They bombarded me with questions which I attempted to answer in rapid fire. “Is your name really Tom?” No. “Then why is your name tag like that?” They gave it to me. Store policy. “So everyone has a random name assigned?” Yes. It promotes equality in the workplace. “Are you wearing a Christmas sweater?” Yes. “Okay.” It is possible that I sacrificed honesty for speed here. 

batarangst:

speaking of van jones, watch this video.  it was one of the first things i watched after this clusterfuck and it made me feel better. not entirely. but trust me, it will help. do yourself a favor and watch it. 

https://www.facebook.com/vanjones/videos/10154694049879910/