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i-wasnt-ready-for-this · 10 months
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'I'm frightened', whispered the smallest little one, pulling on Snufkin's sleeve. ‘Keep hold of me. Everything will be all right,’ comforted Snufkin. ‘It’s all over now, Sniff’ said Snufkin. ‘Don’t cry, dear friend.’
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edvard-molnar · 2 months
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Happy family, Acrylic painting on canvas, 120cm x 120cm (48 x 48 inches). I was inspired by the coming spring when I painted this happy family. In anticipation of spring, you can buy this painting with a big discount on my website: www.edvardmolnar.com All my paintings have free shipping. Have a wonderful day!🌞🎨💛
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risingpersephone · 2 months
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pluffpluff · 1 year
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There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
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bacchusen · 11 months
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I see a lot of treat Tallulah as very innocent and naive and I don’t really think that’s the case. Don’t get me wrong, Tallulah and the other eggs are very much children and they, you know, act like immature children sometimes. But y’all underestimate my girl. Tallulah was the one who took up the incentive of moving out of Torre de Tallulah despite all the memories she shared with Wilbur while living in it. She has the emotional maturity to both sympathize and love Quackity, while recognizing that he’s not physically and emotionally capable of taking care of her. I mean she literally accepted that she exists to die, and she’s more afraid that she might die before seeing her dad again. She is caring and compassionate but that doesn’t stop her from being smart. Give my girl more credit!!! she is doing the best she can!!
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zoomar · 5 months
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It's Child-Like to Be Jealous
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unexpectedasoiaf · 1 year
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« “This … Coldhands?”
“That wasn’t his true name,” said Gilly, rocking. “We only called him that, Sam and me. His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk.”
“His elk?” said Bran, wonderstruck.
“His elk?” said Meera, startled.
“His ravens?” said Jojen.
“Hodor?” said Hodor.
“Was he green?” Bran wanted to know. “Did he have antlers?”
The fat man was confused. “The elk?”
“Coldhands,” said Bran impatiently. “The green men ride on elks, Old Nan used to say. Sometimes they have antlers too.” »
—A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin
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aishasarchive · 11 months
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knocking at the door.
spiders hanging from the ceiling,
and the sound of the tap running.
how i wish i could experience the feeling of halloween in an american neighbourhood.
children shrieking with excitement
tiny ghosts running about,
and sweets scattered over the roads
no one knocks at my door anymore.
the spiders are hidden away,
and there are no apples left for bopping.
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walmaker-artist · 1 year
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never confuse the words "childlike" and "childish".
-Chuck Jones 1996
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edvard-molnar · 7 months
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Futuristic landscape scenery 2, 2023, Acrylic painting on canvas, 110 x 90cm (44 x 36 inches). After 5 years, a futuristic landscape again. The reason why I took such a long break is because this kind of work required a lot of patience and a lot more time than my simpler artwork that I used to fill with birds. In addition to the many drawn details, the entire area of this futuristic landscape is over 90% in small fragments. The artwork is almost entirely done without a background. The work consists of colored fragments around each drawn detail, so that these fragments form the background. There are many details and fragments, so the work requires patience and time to complete, but it brings a lot of joy. When I paint it, I imagine it as filling in a coloring book. When I was a kid I was dreaming I will work at NASA. Every day I was flying through rooms of my house with my toy spaceship. Some people gave me nickname Scientist. After many years my hidden child imagination is here again… In this artwork I painted my imaginations mostly from my childhood time, parts of my child’ life story and memories when I was a little kid. There are many symbolism objects which represent my dreams and emotions from time when I was a kid and young teenager. It is my autobiographical story. It all happened in the 20th century, in the 80s and 90s, so this artwork mostly contains elements of the retro futurism that I imagined at that time. Those details of retro futurism are a bit mixed with the details of futurism as I imagine the future to look like from today. Except many futuristic symbolism objects you can see in this artwork Salvador Dali who paints birds. When I was kid I didn’t know anything about his art, but his famous face with the big mustaches always impressed me when I was kid and I cannot forget him. In the upper left corner is a romantic love meeting of a girl and a guy. The girl is standing on the roof of the building, and the guy is flying with the help of a device with wings. In the middle right you can see a retro futuristic riding school. The father holds a large remote control with an antenna, the daughter rides a horse with wheels and an antenna, and next to them is their faithful companion dog with wheels and an antenna. In the lower left corner sits a forest green man, somewhat sad, holding a flower that emits a strong intoxicating fragrance. In the lower right corner is a beautiful mermaid holding two friends seahorses. You can see in many other parts of this painting are many futuristic, retro futuristic, symbolism objects from my life, from my soul and my imaginations.
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enchantedblog-eb · 9 months
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pluffpluff · 11 months
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The Little Princess
Now matter how bad things get, something good is out there, over the horizon.
Comfort movie
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thesobsister · 2 months
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The Free Design, "Kites Are Fun"
So, this is probably the twee-est song ever to crack the Top 40—well, the Top 40 Easy Listening chart, where it reached #33. Rolled into a sunshine-pop wrapper, the song is cast in the voice of a child who is extolling his very strong "like" for his kite:
"See my kite, it's fun. See my kite, it's green and white. Laughing in its distant flight. All that's between us is a little yellow string, But we like each other more than anything. And we run along together through the field behind my house. And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse…"
That's most of the verse, and it all reads very childlike in its description and expression, and we're chugging along hearing this twee narrative about liking the kite and running with the kite and...suddenly we hit:
"And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone 'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realize…
Kites are fun."
And suddenly, it's a whole different story. The child likes being alone with their kite because of the pressure they may be receiving from their parents...and "Uncle Bill." WTF is Uncle Bill? Is he actually one of the parents' siblings? Is he Mom's "special friend"? Is he Dad's "special friend"? Are Mom and Dad in a throuple with Uncle Bill? Clearly, ol' Uncle Bill is integrated enough into the child's life that he counts among the disciplinarians who are harassing him about his kite-flying. Is he a handsy, lap-horsey-ride kind of uncle, and is that why the child wants to be a zillion miles away from everyone?
So, yeah, an incredibly twee song with a real sting in its tail.
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fraiserire · 2 months
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We need more whimsical, soft, sweet, honeyed voiced, moonstruck, tender, childlike wonder, girls out here.
Not just in writing but real life.
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sacha1slytherin · 8 months
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I don't even remember how everything changed from looking at the world with curious wide and determined eyes that wanted to change the world for the better to...whatever this is.
It was so easier then, seeing as I thought I had the world in the palm of my hand, and that everything I would set my mind to would be achievable in no time.
But alas, here I am. Full of denial and despair for the ruin I have brought myself into.
Let's hope it gets better in time then.
If not, then what a bugger.
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