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Selected pages from The Witch’s Christmas by Norman Bridwell (1970)

Wish I could find a copy with the original illustrations!

Meet Peppero, my jack-o-lantern! ^_^

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

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A Particularly Stormy Night by Marianne Ferrer

My beeswax candle.

Beginning of the year activities.

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Woman reading (c.1912). Karl Alexander Wilke (1879 Leipzig - 1954 Wien).

Wilke was a German-Austrian painter, illustrator and stage designer. From 1905 to 1918 he was a staff member of the Austrian humour/men’s magazine, Die Musketethe.

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Ghostly installation for St George’s church by artist Jakub Hadrava in the Czech village of Lukova

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Mary Poppins by Júlia Sardà / Blog / Tumblr

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A Rich Woman Abandoned This Apartment In 1942. What They Just Found Inside Is Incredible.

Madame de Florian was a French socialite and actress who fled to the south of France during World War II. She kept her apartment in Paris on the Right Bank near the Opéra Garnier, though, in case she wanted to return. However, she never went back to it after the war. Since 1942, the apartment has been sitting untouched, until recently when an auctioneer entered her apartment. What he found was a time capsule, full of treasures.

The apartment was covered in dust, perfectly preserved.

More pictures and the full article here: http://themetapicture.com/abandoned-this-apartment-from-1942/