Ether

“There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”
— L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
i have alot to post hopefully ill get something of myself out there now

i have alot to post hopefully ill get something of myself out there now

just bought some black paper and white charcoal!

just bought some black paper and white charcoal!

Krystl Vsion

Krystl Vsion

If ever there was the greed there was

If ever there was the greed there was

Mom at Rickett’s Glenn

Mom at Rickett’s Glenn

Ceilia’s Garden Posting it before i start to color and fuck it up

Ceilia’s Garden

Posting it before i start to color and fuck it up

Preferred Realities

Preferred Realities

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

—L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl (via halus)

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