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Spyro the Dragon
what happened to all them girls that got kidnapped by one direction? are they just sitting in liam’s basement?
Nonna’s Morning Pears From The Tree Out Back - Submitted by SpiralOpal
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Sweet Innocence, where are you?
I want to be a child again That sweet innocence My eyes led me into sweetness and happiness Maybe dumbly happy Sweet like an idiot I miss being a child Veils of nostalgia wrap me until I drown I need to drown and die in them In my mother's love and empathy When my father was the man I admired Now her body and soul lies in peace Now he's a violent and blinded by rage Now I can understand the moment I miss seeing just colours and love I can see just misablereness, fear and rage I miss the old me, the old presence, the old feeling Please. Please. I'm begging on my knees. I want to get back to the past. Stay in it forever. It's just what I need. But no one can be happy with their desire. We're brought into this world just to suffer. If you're smart there's no happiness. If you open your infant eyes You can see just hate, fear and rage. So impacting to change totally your mind. Stop it. Now. Sweet Innocence, where are you?
everyday i hope and pray this is all just some terrible dream and i wake up 7 years old again when all I had to worry about was what storyline my toys would have to put up with today
os trio moodboard ♡
How do I go back to being that weird 9 year old full of whimsy that I used to be I need her backkk
cold damp tree bark
contrasting fixed moss
broken down cabins
and cold lone walks
wet rotted wood
and black fire smoke
slanted tree lines
mountains of snow
i cry to the wind blowing
i cry at the absence of rain
little bear cub unknowing
the reality of the vain
silent dew drops tell
the ancient tales of fallen rain
snow topped trees
whisper secrets
through the crystalized brain
the serenity of the scenery
claws at me with unrelenting fists
“will it ever be more beautiful than this?”
what a strange thing it is to have your heart in one place and your body in another
underneath everything that is deeply wrong with me is snoopy. he is me. i am him. he is the only reminder that the child whose life i once lived continues to live through me now
thinking a lot about how nostalgia is a lying cunt
everyday spillin' up drank
make the yuletide gay⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆
Realised I never posted all of my mini plushies here. (Video under the cut)
Female hands in paintings
Oh, they know exactly what they're doing.
It's often not even the same crab. Can you recognize individual members of a species you've never seen before?
Why is the crab in danger? So you will keep watching. Creating mortal peril for your subjects is SOP for wildlife videography.
There's more awareness now, and you can't be certain that's what you're looking at nowadays, thank goodness, but there's still a lot of that. Because the networks pay for it.
Mainstream television has this weird superstition that everything has to follow one of a few specific plotlines very closely, or nobody will watch it.
That said, I miss the old school nature documentaries sometimes, because either they prioritized information over their narrative (Nature With George Page), or they went full send with an actually good narrative (Wild America).
SONG HERE!!
song 1 and song 2