ᵃᶜᵗ ᶦ ; ᶠᶦᶠᵗᵉᵉⁿ

ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵐᶦⁿᵘᵗᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ⁻ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶦˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᵈᵉᵎ

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mistoffelous‌:

       ❛ the wood you say? ❜  his ears twitched in curiosity. his eyes watched the string, flicking his attention between the toy and her aforementioned shoes.  it was a distraction, really, but one he couldn’t help but oblige.  ❛ i heard tale that it’s quite dangerous in the wood, if you aren’t aware of where you’re wandering. do you know the place quite well?  ❜

          “yes,  the  wood.  it’s  not  too  far,”  she  hasn’t  been  back  in  in  a  while,  hasn’t  climbed  the  dense  trees  and  ventured  along  the  winding  game  paths.  it  seems  like  the  sort  of  place  she  ought  not  go  to  alone,  too  full  of  tempting  things  and  memories.  “it’s  not  so  dangerous,”  winnie  shakes  her  head,  “people  just  say  that  to  keep  their  children  from  getting  lost.  i  know  it  well  enough,  i  think.”

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bookfated‌:

green eyes peered down, her lips quirking into a smile, “did you know,” she crouched down hand going out like she might touch the animal, “that a group of toads is called a knot, frankly i think it’s a ridiculous name but it’s quite amusing.”

          the  toad  is  held  out  for  the  woman  to  touch,  if  she  so  pleases.  he  croaks  in  winnie’s  hands  but  seems  rather  content  to  be  there.  “a  knot?  that  fits  toads  so  well.”

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mistoffelous‌:

          ❛ oh? and so where shall we find a cat who can speak as i do ?   i would even so settle to converse with a mouse━━   though i’d prefer to be in better company than that of a dog’s. ❜  he stares at the string for a mere moment before giving in to bat at it just once, before trying to recompose himself.    ❛ where did you get that? ❜

          “the  wood,  maybe,”  head  tips  in  the  direction  of  her  family’s  land,  the  vast  woods  that  grow  there  and  the  secrets  that  lie  within,  “if  there’s  talking  creatures  anywhere  in  treegap,  they  would  be  in  there.”  she  wonders  if  he  would  like  the  tuck’s  cat,  the  one  that  drank  from  the  spring  and  lives  and  lives  and  lives.  winnie  isn’t  sure  where  to  find  him,  though.  she  wiggles  the  string  again,  “my  shoes,”  one  foot  is  wobbled  to  and  fro  to  show  the  lace  missing  from  one  of  her  boots.

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mistoffelous‌:

      ❛ it is in fairy tales that animals can speak, yes?  in prose written by the fanciful, where intrigue plagues all manner of people and creatures?    how nostalgic. i wish could be in one of those again.               but it’s not the life i was born anew. ❜

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          “who’s  to  say  this  life  can’t  be  a  fairy  tale  of  your  own  making?”  chin  is  cupped  in  her  hand,  the  other  idly  wiggling  a  string  to  see  if  he’d  like  to  bat  at  it,  “i  think  we  can  come  up  with  some  fanciful  prose,  if  we  try  hard  enough.”

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some trees and some hb poetry !! nice

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winnie  is  an  animal / creature  lover.  she  always  has  been,  cooing  at  farm  cats,  petting  any  dog  she  meets,  bringing  toads  and  squirrels  and  chipmunks  into  the  house  to  the  horror  of  her  mother  and  grandmother.  she  hasn’t  grown  out  of  it,  yet  -  much  to  mother’s  chagrin  -  and  can  often  be  found  chasing  after  some  small  creature  or  talking  to  an  animal  in  friendly  tones.

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          “before  you  freak  out,”  cupped  hands  are  held  close  to  her  abdomen,  the  croaking  thing  hidden  there  shifting  around,  “it’s  a  toad,  not  a  frog.  they’re  different,  and  better.”

@bookfated

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from girl of the earth by katy maxwell 

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Sadie Sink at Primavera Sound | Pull&Bear

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ps i am already obsessed.

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          winnie  knows  everyone  in  treegap,  new  hampshire.  it’s  the  tiny  sort of  town  where,  with  a  handful  of  exceptions,  the  only  faces  are  the  familiar  type  that  she’s  known  since  she  was  a  little  kid.  this  person  is  not  one  of  the  treegap  population  -  unless  he’s  just  moved  in?  “hi,”  bright  voice  chimes,  one  hand  raising  in  a  friendly  wave.  winnie  has  always  been  the  unerringly  curious  sort,  and  that  extends  to  unfamiliar  faces  in  her  hometown,  “oh,  watch  out!  miss  johnson  hates  it  if  people  step  on  her  lawn.”

@abouttiime

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winnie  is  a  capricorn - aquarius  cusp!

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     starter  call!  like  this  for  a  starter!

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sampatii‌:

✧*｡ ||   ＂ truly, it’s not that complicated ? ＂ // @anchorpull

          “i  don’t  know  -  things  are  usually  more  complicated  than  they  seem.”