#nostalgiac

[damien-devil-art]

[lovehablt]

// not sillified stuff !! 

2017 nostalgia

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it made me happy drawing this

[ebaybies]

oh no i’m in love

[acidicblueraspberries]

living room, 2008

[lavenderdecay]

mind cities

when i was a little girl

i built imaginary cities in my mind

cities where fairies live beneath trees

and giant owls ran book shops

cities where ghosts rode the monorail

and moss grew through its windows

im older now

as years went by, the cities escaped my memory

i foolishly assumed that the monorail had stopped

and the book shops had all closed

i assumed the streets became barren

and walls began to crumble

but every so often

i remember

and the cities still bustle

and life goes on

ladybugs still have their sunday brunch

the sun and the moon still write each other letters

rabbits still get their suits tailored on tuesday afternoons

and the elves still sell their apple pies

my day trips to these cities can still go on

as long as i am able to get a ticket

// q.o.

[everythingdisneyparks]

Harriet Burns was the first female Imagineer for WDI (previously WED). Here, Burns is adding finishing touches to one of the Seven Dwarves.

[macbcth]

i. When i look back on it, it’s all cloyingly sweet- as if every moment was drenched in that artificial, supposedly healthy, sweetener that my mum loves putting in her tea. . ii. We were a facade of love: a superficial relationship, sticking labels on ourselves to validate our feelings. "maybe if i say ‘i love you’ enough, it will make the words true." . iii. We saw everything in candy floss colours and stuck cotton in our ears and eyes, hoping to blur out the world. But the only thing we succeeded in, was blurring out each other. "it wasn’t you i fell in love with, but rather the feeling of being wanted." . iv. So we continued to lick sugar off each other’s lips, till one of us, i can’t remember who, got sick and threw it all up. . v. But that violent upheaval was too much, wasn’t it? too abrupt, too unexpected, too jarring, and suddenly, the cotton disappeared, and in desperate attempts to restore the world back its to faded sweetness, . we drifted apart . like clouds . in the sky.

too much of a good thing, or something like that | i.s.

[annabethisterrified]

IM SO HAPPY THAT YOUR BOOK GOT PUBLISHED?! i heard about it today and you've inspired me to work harder!

Oh, I’m so happy to hear that! Thank you, and write on!