#endofthewar

[stephensheffield]

End Of The War, 14x11", collage & mixed media, 2/14/2018. •
#kiss #endofthewar #nowar 
#collage #collageart #collageartist #cutandpaste #analogcollage #artbuyer #thecollageempire #artcollector #contemporarycollage #pariscollagecollective #pariscollageclub #gluepaperscissors #edinburghcollagecollective #bostonartist #newenglandartist #artist #arizonacollagecollective #brooklyncollagecollective #collageworldwide #italiancollagecollective #cohassetcollagecollective @kanyerartcollection @kolajmagazine @phillipscollection @art_cage_budapest #myartcollagegallery @artcollagegallery (at Boston, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbFQy6VODPT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[stephensheffield]

End Of The War, 14x11", collage & mixed media, 2/14/2018. Prints available. . #endofthewar #memorialday #kiss . . #collage #collageart #collageartist #cutandpaste #everydamnday #collagecollectiveco #thecollageempire #thecollagecommunity #contemporaryart #artcollector #contemporaryartcollectors #c_expo #contemporarycollage #gluepaperscissors #loveanalogcollage1 #edinburghcollagecollective (at Cohasset, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAnF4PLpxvY/?igshid=4649wi7irlo6

[ikeofspain]

The last building left standing after the atomic bomb detonated over Hiroshima (6 Aug 1945) #adome #endofthewar #hiroshimapeacememorial (at Hiroshima a-Bomb Dome) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpbQwCUH7gD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xusbixv913hd

[sonofthecrossroad]

Despite working a 12 hour shift, still got to mark the occasion #endofthewar #4maj #denmark (at Alum Chine, Bournemouth)

[thelovelymissparkinson]

Alone and Disowned

@purexwolf

The forest was peaceful around this time at night, early in the morning a few hours before the sunrise. Odile was relaxing as she was gathering herbs and wolfbane to brew some more potions since the full moon was next week. The blonde's head quickly snapped up as she stared into a direction about a mile away was a girl deep in the Forbidden Forest. Without wasting time, she rushed quickly until she was only a few feet away. Hiding behind a tree she said, "You shouldn't be here."

Pansy, shivering in her dirty and torn Hogwarts robe turned her dirt-streaked face toward the faceless someone behind a nearby tree. “I’ve nowhere to go,” Pansy replied, her voice scratchy from exhaustion and numbness. “It’s alright, I slept here since... well... for awhile now.” She carried her school sack filled with edible plants and berries. She couldn’t make herself kill an animal so vegetarianism it had been since she’d been thrown out of Parkinson manor for having the idiocy to attempt to send Potter to the Dark Lord. Shame on the family name, it seemed, was more important than keeping their only daughter safe from society’s harm. But then again, all her life she’d been made to fend for herself.