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Pastel frost | annmarie.koskinen
everything in the forest has its S E A S O N
where one thing FALLS, another G R O W S
maybe not what was there BEFORE
but something N E W & W O N D E R F U L all the same
By Vladlena Azima
Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!
So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message.
Happy New Year!
{Where The Light Is} by {Yves Boutherand}
dreamy thoughts
how do we know that magical creatures don’t exist? just because we haven’t seen them doesn’t prove they aren’t real.
what if clouds really are cotton wool and we can sleep in them? but airplanes move too fast for us to know.
flowers and forests are my home.
I walk in a snowy pine tree forest but I don’t feel cold. All the little woodland creatures greet me as a friend.
I’m looking up at the stars, but the stars are too distant for me to see that they’re smiling back, hoping that I’ll be okay.
what will my future hold? any day now, I could do something I fear terribly and all my dreams will form into a reality.
all the swans in the mirror lake know my name, they sing for me and tell me their stories.
I metamorphosize like a butterfly, from a shy weak little thing to a magnificent being of magic.
reblog if your muse is vegan / vegetarian