Monster friends in a monstrous world

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Posted 11, October, 2018

Wearing ♥ Polka dot tea dress ♥ Straw boater hat ♥ Leather T strap clogs (Identical clogs here) ♥ Vintage basket bag
Autumn is almost here but I wanted to share the last summer look for the year before its time to cosy up in woolly jumpers and bobble hats. I’d had my eye on this Glamorous Curve dress for ages and finally bought it in the ASOS sale last month. It’s such a beautiful piece in the lightest seersucker cotton, a wonderfully romantic dress for the romance of fading summer days. I did have to gaffer tape my boobs in this as the stick on bras don’t work on me. It’s really easy though, and a whole lot more secure than the backless bras I’ve tried!
For this look, I wanted to capture that bittersweet mood that comes with the passing of seasons, and the location - St. Mary’s Lighthouse at Whitley Bay - gave us that bygone, old world air that I was hoping for. St. Mary’s was the last lighthouse in Britain to be converted from oil to electric back in 1977, and decommissioned only 7 years after that. As a child I used to find lighthouses impossibly mysterious and thrilling, no doubt thanks to all the wartime British children’s fiction I read. Even now I feel drawn to them, these magnificent relics of a bygone era.
We walked along the rather scenic coastal path with its dry grasses and thistles at this time of the year. Even though the lighthouse approach tends to be crowded on weekends, the cliffside remains mostly calm and undisturbed. Autumn caught up to us while we were taking photos, misting my hat and basket of summer fruits with a fine spray of rain. So long then summer! You were particularly glorious this year.

#phyllis things

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Posted 15, September, 2018

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

olor-et-luna:
systlin:
Honestly, when I was younger and just growing some tiddies, I was endlessly dissapointed that they weren’t bigger. They hit a B cup and that was that. When I started hormonal birth control I was sorta hoping they’d grow, but they didn’t. It was a point of body insecurity to me for some years.
Now, though, better than a decade later…the tiddies are still the same size, but now I count myself fortunate for it and love them.
I can run. I can do martial arts. I can draw a bow without catching tit in the bowstring. I can wear cute tank tops and go braless if I want. They don’t make my back hurt.
Big tits are so shoved at us (ha!) as the ideal, but honestly they seem to be more of a pain in the arse than they’re worth, judging from what other people who DO have big tiddies say.
As someone who has run the gamut from very small tiddies to whonking huge tiddies to large tiddies, due to hormone changes, child birth, weight gain and then being put on hormone replacement after a hysterectomy and oophorectomy, I miss my small tiddies.
I miss being able to rapidly turn a corner and not smack my nipnops into a doorframe. I miss being able to lean forward on a table when I am not in a bra and not knocking a full beverage flying with the outside of my boob. I miss eating soup, regardless of what I am wearing, without plomping a tit in the bowl, and I miss taking off my bra after a movie and not having an entire evenings worth of snack plomp out.
ADD to that, I can’t get a jacket that fits properly in the winter, and I cannot be braless in the summer because the underboob sweat, good god the underboob sweat, and I know there are women with much larger breasts than I who have it worse. My girlfriend has back issues from wrangling her wayward mammaries, and she is not alone in this.
The larger they are the more apparent it is one is larger than the other, the nipples are cockeyed, and my party tit keeps me up all night with it’s loud music.
i’m in love with this phrasing and imagery. this is the best piece of writing i’ve read in weeks
also, nipnops

#dalia things

Hey if Tumblr shits the bed and we all die digital death

I hate going to the kitchen and finding out I’m the only snack in the house