On the importance of a teddy bear…
i will reblog this every time.
But what if the teddy bear is the nightmare and the creature is the protector?
It is a little-known fact that teddy bears crave and feed on the dreams of young children. It is little-known, of course, because the bears are so soft and cuddly that they convince the young children that they need them. For a while, the bear will feed on the bad dreams, leaving the child with nothing but the sweetest of dreams. But the good dreams taste better and feed them more, so eventually the teddy bear will start feeding on those, and the child will have nightmares every night. And, because the teddy bear so thoroughly convinces the child that the bear is necessary for the good dreams, they will keep sleeping with it, hoping for its magic to work again.
But the mind of a child is so rich and imaginative that it creates the means to its salvation. The monster under the bed rises, in the end, to vanquish the bear. Some nights it rises before the first nightmare night. Other times, it is at the last moment, and rises only when the bear means to suck dry every last dream and imagination in the child’s mind.
Tonight is the former. This monster was sent out in time to save its child from a single bad dream. And despite the teddy bear’s sword, the monster is fierce and devours it in a single gulp.
It is about to leave when it hears confused, wordless mumbles. The monster looks down and sees its child is awake, and looking up at it. Sleep has not faded so much that the child doesn’t scream, just asks in a sweet voice what the monster is doing there.
The monster, like the teddy bear, can’t speak. Instead it picks up the water by the bedside, hands its child the glass. Still confused, the child takes it. When the child drinks its fill and hands it back, the monster tucks it in with gentle claws.
The child murmurs a thanks and falls asleep again. And the monster leaves, satisfied that it has left its child with less fear rather than more.
holy shit that was beautiful
tears man. tears.
Something that I and other people deal with. All I can do is ask for forgiveness and try harder to not let my problems make relationships unbearable to be with.
hun you’re not clingy to me and ill never abandon you
gpoy gpoy gpoy gpoy forever
Forgive me please
Asked by Anonymous
Really? Show me. Cuz I don’t ever recall a time in my life, famous or not famous, when I was ever homophobic. I’ve always had gay friends. Helloooo Long Beach is the #3 gay populated city in the US.
There was even one time we were all in a van after a show… it was me, Andrew, Lil Crazed, JRA, and Joey Diamond. We were all asking Joey which one of us he would smash first if we were gay. He wouldnt answer. He too pretty for us.
Thanks for telling me the truth about myself though. It’s getting late over here in Amsterdam and I needed a fairytale before bed.
LOL @ people thinking Tim is a homophobe
You see that, anon?! A REAL GAY! that I know IN REAL LIFE! Laughing at you!
My favorite post…ever…i love you Tim!