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THIS BLEW MY MIND:

1. It is saying that Totoro is in fact messenger of Death, and whoever sees him will soon die. The hospital that the sister’s mother was in was based on a real hospital for terminally-ill patients.

2. Later in the story the villagers find a slipper in a pond, which is in fact May’s, at this point she has already drowned in the pond. Satsuki lied that the slipper wasn’t Mei’s out of denial. Ever since this scene, the sisters appeared to have no shadow.

3. Satsuki pleaded the Totoro and the cat-bus to take her to where Mei is, while on the cat-bus, says “Nobody can see us…”, this scene is Satsuki leading herself to the land of the dead (by taking the cat-bus).

4. At the hospital, the mother says “I think I feel May and Satsuki smiling there in that tree…” Why don’t the sisters go and see their mom if they are already there? Why do they just leave the corn there instead? It is said that the sisters were dead at that point, and the Japanese pronunciation of “corn” is similar to “kill child”.

5. The final scenes seem to be a happy epilogue, but they in fact happened “before” the major events in the movie.

6. The movie was set in a place in Japan where there was a case of murdering of two sisters which happened in the 60s. This event took place on May 1st, while the sister’s names are Satsuki (May in Japanese) and Mei (May in English). In the real life case, the younger sister was missing first and the older sister was seen to be looking for her frantically. Next day, the younger sister’s body was found in the forest (stabbed to death). The older sister was in such a state of shock and kept rambling ambiguous words about seeing a “cat monster”, “great big racoon monster” etc to the police. The sisters were in fact from a single-parent family (mother died of illness).

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When I have a bad day, and post a self-hating rant, talk only about calories, fat, and only ED-related problems, I gain followers. Okay, fine.

BUT

When I have a good day, (which is rare to begin with) and I post about it, or post something personal that isn’t strictly ED related, I lose followers. 

So does this mean that people only follow people who ONLY talk about their EDs? No matter how messed up we are, we’re not that one-dimensional. I personally LIKE it when people post things that show me more of their personality! There’s more to people than just their eating habits. I want to know more about the people I follow and those who follow me, I want to get to know everyone, and yes, ED-related posts are harrowing and sometimes make me selfishly feel like I’m not alone, it’s not the only mark of a good blog. 

Shame on you, unfollowers! 

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xoslackerbitch:

Attention whore. by `Endling

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Bathing a dog that does NOT want to be bathed. Alone. 

This entails: 15 minutes of chasing said dog into bathroom, 

20 minutes of splashing around in the tub, catching the dog when he escapes from the bath tub, shoving him back in, shampooing twice, rinsing twice (by hand, not using a fancy shmancy hand held showerhead).

15 minutes of drying the dog that does not want to be dried. He thinks the towel is a monster and must be defeated at all costs. 

10 minutes chasing the dog around the apartment, wet towel in hand. 

15 minutes of clean up, since the dog left doggie shampoo, dirt and water EVERYWHERE. 

Repeat every other week!

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leannewoodfull:

neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed

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Ghhhhh worst sunburn ever. I spent sunday mostly at the dog park and yesterday nursing some crazy-ass sunburns. Ew, my eastern/northern European heritage means that no matter how much SPF I put on, my first really warm and sunny day out WILL result in a crazy burn. 

Also, Sunday night ended up in drunken debauchery, homemade mojitos, beer, wine, gin & tonic, the works. Our neighnours and us got together on the roof of our building to get as drunk as possible. It was my last night before my last class starts, so part of me just didn’t give a shit about the calories. Thankfully (or horribly, depends on how you look at it), I managed to excuse myself early to go back to my apartment and purge. It wasn’t a b/p thing… at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I just find that if I get rid of the alcohol/horrible sloshy feeling in my stomach after I feel drunk enough, I won’t be hungover the next day. yes yes yes it’s terrible, but I just don’t deal well with being hungover - I eat maniacally, and basically stuff myself without ever feeling full. 

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