wendy moira angela darling

a romantic mind: like the tiny boxes, one within the other; however many you discover there is always one more. a sweet mocking mouth: with one kiss, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner. she was grown up: you need not be sorry for her. she was one of the kind that likes to grow up. in the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.

[kpfun]

[ghostsandgoblins]

[darlingangela]

@pvnkass​

[patiz]

[bangurz]

[oikawas]

myth moodboards → selene

if the stars burned, the stardust in her veins grew stronger

[marblecut]

photoset challege      ⇢ Neil thought about Renee’s bruised knuckles, Dan’s fierce spirit, and Allison holding her ground on the court a week after Seth’s death. He thought about his mother standing unflinching in the face of his father’s violent anger and her ruthlessly leaving bodies in their wake. 

[rumineely]

[wobblywibbly]

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

[alphatwiins]

@darlingangela LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER.

“Do you read to children often?” Mabel asked the other, leaning her head against the library’s bookshelf.

[darlingangela]

“as a matter of fact, i do!” wendy looked up from the pile of books she was sorting through to answer the question. “it’s the best part of my week, sometimes. what about you? i don’t think i’ve seen you here before.”

[ringthebelltink]

@darlingangela, continued from HERE

[ text to: DEN MOM 🌷🌹 ] : bring cookies. but only the soft kind. and milk

[ text to: DEN MOM 🌷🌹 ] : and something to make this thing i’m writing to you with stop blinking red. it’s making me mad

[darlingangela]

[ text to: all good? 💫 ] :  alright, I’ll have to go to the store because I’m fresh out of cookies!! [ text to: all good? 💫 ] : they have double chocolate, triple chocolate, salted caramel, and oat & raisin. [ text to: all good? 💫] : ‘the thing’ is a phone. do you need a charger? [ text to: all good? 💫] : also, are you paying me back for all this?

[darlingangela]

@ragdxlllll (x)

the music wasn’t quite right for a waltz, but wendy did not do well with modern dance styles, so she took one of sally’s hands in her own, pulling her close to place the other at her waist. “have you had any formal training? my mother taught me how to waltz, and to tango. i had the silly notion, when i was ten or so, of being a ballerina . . . but of course i was no good at it.” she had inadvertently put herself in the gentleman’s role, to lead, so no doubt this would go very badly.

[darlingangela]

@witchyrxse (x)

“i did tell you that experimenting with the hob would be a bad idea. those gas contraptions can be dangerous at the best of times. -- anyway, we can give you new eyebrows. makeup is a wonderful invention.”

[darlingangela]

parscltonguc:

         a flush tainted his cheeks once more, and he sent a FRIENDLY smile towards the other, even though it PAINED him to do so. he didn’t let it show on his features, however. “ AH, thank you miss. ” despite her words, he gently took off the crown, and set it on the table in front of him. “ actually, no. there was an OLD WOMAN who offered one to me. couldn’t turn her down, ” he said. another lie. he had bought it himself from some girl who kept PESTERING him to do so. it took everything in him not to cast an unforgivable curse on her ; but he wasn’t about to get exposed this early in the game. “ you can HAVE it, ” he said, smiling once more. “ i feel like it’d suit you better. ” he slid it over to her gently.

“how mysterious! an old woman --- just like in a fairytale!” she smiled at him, reaching out to take the crown. wendy turned it over, inspecting the flowers: baby’s breath & forget-me-nots & clovers. “and if this is a fairytale . . . are you the huntsman? or the prince? -- or the wolf?” she was barely listening to the words coming out of her mouth, and she didn’t expect him to be, either. she tried the crown on, adjusting it atop her head. “how does it look?”

[darlingangela]

starslightstarsbright:

“Though I am not from Earth, I do not believe that is a saying here. Also, I heard there is a man who makes though and I do not want to be near him when he is angry”

“well, who says there is only one explanation? there are stories about everything. you don’t know which one is true & which one isn’t.”

[wtfmichaeldarling]

@darlingangela​ continued from here ! 

[to: big sister💞] How embarrassing was that?! [to: big sister💞] Yeah…I really thought I liked her… [to: big sister💞] Turns out I just liked her brother 😅

[darlingangela]

[to: 💞🐶🌸] did you give the flowers to him? [to: 💞🐶🌸] I imagine that would have been awkward for all involved. [to: 💞🐶🌸] it’s very rude to jilt someone for their sibling, trust me !! I’ve been reading all about the ‘girl code’ & i’m sure there is a male equivalent.

[darlingangela]

i have been super lazy & busy the past few days but i’m actually gonna *gasp* do some replies today, with luck!

[moonchild30]

[darlingangela]

@pvnkass