violette-baudelaire:

Dear Beatrice

stitchwerks:

Arthur Spiderwick’s Field Guide to the Fantastical World Around You.

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Anonymous asked: Hello! I just wanted you to know I love your work! Any news on Bramblewood Tales?

Hello!! Thank you for the interest! And thank you for your patience as I grind away on this seemingly endless trail through fields of ideas, moors of uncertainty, and craggy outcroppings of reworks I have been going through while working on this project!


The good news, as it stands, is that I am on a better path for creating BrambleWood as I envision it. Illustrations and Comic fragments compiled alongside concept drawings and written lore about the endless prairies and thickets of the BrambleWood; all centered upon the journey of one goblin as he travels through it, and what he sees there, while searching for his lost fellow goblins.


The bad news is that I will once again have to start over. BrambleWood has had many false starts but I am determined to make this one stick.

You can follow it more closely on My Twitter!

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josepheichstaedt:

🍂Goblin Hill🍂

A place in the Wisconsin hills built with sandy amber-colored stucco and ancient rubblestone walls and heavy wood. A place where artists can live. With fruit orchards and bee hives, with a printing studio and shop, built snugly around a hill with wide open views and broad sheltering eaves. A place scented with pennyroyal and queen anne’s lace and sunflower and the elusive sensation of asian object d’ arts. Where the gardens are filled with shadowy hollyhock and corn flower and hosta and day lily and the high windows are hung with boughs. Where ivy is encouraged to climb the masonry and in autumn the house is ablaze in gold birch and crimson maple-

A place where the trees are festooned with large brass bells and smiling jars and urns are bursting with herbs and nasturtiums. A place where myself and my friends are aliways making art, and in the winter it becomes a warm haven filled with food and mirth.

An island in a sea of prairie.🍂

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unfortunate-stranger-losers:

“Then, finally, we bring them to headquarters so they can learn the skills they need before they are introduced back into society, in order to make sure the world remains, as we say, quiet.”

- The VFD Recruitment Process, “The Unauthorized Autobiography”

Bad, low, slow thoughts.

About not being able to find a way to thrive.

Just surviving. Scraping by. What’s the point of being alive if all you’re able to do is just survive?

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highclassastrology:

gothicincarnate:

sortableroseanimations:

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whitewolfpharaoh:

datesanddamian:

thomasthetwinkengine:

blo:

psychic-sara:

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

BITCH I REBLOGGED THIS AT 4AM AND SOME FIT GUY FROM MY HOMETOWN SLID INTO MY DMS at 11PM LIKE GIRL HONESTLY iM

Can the miracle be that I actually fall asleep at a reasonable time

I’m starting to feel like that miracle is falling into a deep sleep and actually waking up rested. Bless this post.

A miracle?

I don’t care how big or small I want one

I would like and could use a small miracle

MY MIRACLE WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND YEAH IT WAS TONIGHT INSTEAD OF LAST NIGHT BUT STILL

IT WORKED, PLEASE DO THIS YOU LITERLALLY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE

MAGICAL 

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beifongkendo:

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‘Water plants beneath a poem’, by an early Edo-period Buddhist monk, (poem from the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu anthology).