SEIYES

Sometimes I live in the country. Sometimes I live in the town. Sometimes I get a great notion, to jump in the river and drown (in the internet).

It’s funny about paths and rivers…You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else—wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps…

—Sniff, “Comet in Moominland”  

(Source: mogki81526, via fuckyeahmoomins)

we all always find each other one way or another… but I’ll miss the beach. 

we all always find each other one way or another… but I’ll miss the beach. 

“You can imagine how the child felt at being left all alone. She went deeper and deeper into the forest, the wind blew wildly in the tops of the fir trees, and when thorns took hold of her dress, she was terrified, for she thought that wild beasts had seized her in their jaws and would tear her to pieces. The woodpeckers, crows, and hawks screamed furiously, and at every step sharp stones cut her feet. She trembled with fear, and the farther she went, the heavier her heart grew. The sky clouded over, every trace of blue disappeared, and the storm wind buffeted the branches so hard that they cracked. In the end the dread in her heart grew so great that she could go no further, and she had to sit down. She said to herself: “Oh, dear God, help your child to go on.” These illustrations have haunted me into adult hood. I’ve never forgotten them. 

“You can imagine how the child felt at being left all alone. She went deeper and deeper into the forest, the wind blew wildly in the tops of the fir trees, and when thorns took hold of her dress, she was terrified, for she thought that wild beasts had seized her in their jaws and would tear her to pieces. The woodpeckers, crows, and hawks screamed furiously, and at every step sharp stones cut her feet. She trembled with fear, and the farther she went, the heavier her heart grew. The sky clouded over, every trace of blue disappeared, and the storm wind buffeted the branches so hard that they cracked. In the end the dread in her heart grew so great that she could go no further, and she had to sit down. She said to herself: “Oh, dear God, help your child to go on.”

These illustrations have haunted me into adult hood. I’ve never forgotten them. 

(Source: xo-skeleton)

The Wild Things.

jameshance:

“My big concern is me and what do I do now until the time of my death. That is valid. That is useful. That is beautiful. That is creative. And also, I want to be free again. I want to be free like when I was a kid … Where we just had fun.”

Maurice Sendak - A true inspiration, pioneer of the everlasting spirit of childhood. Thank you, sir <3

Coast Salish land for 9 more days&#8230; until next time.  peepingtomfoolery: Enjoy Coast Salish Territory #DTES

Coast Salish land for 9 more days… until next time. 

peepingtomfoolery:

Enjoy Coast Salish Territory #DTES

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

—Dave Eggers, What Is the What (via liquidnight)

(via moominvalley)

Tove Jansson. Author and illustrator of The Moomins. Favorite Finn/Queer.

Tove Jansson. Author and illustrator of The Moomins. Favorite Finn/Queer.

(Source: hosuli)