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I was tagged by @theemeraldforestchair 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

I am not finding much of anything I like on Pinterest at the moment. It’s a lot of AI art and I’m not going to show support for any of it.

So here’s random photos/creations I found and enjoy from elsewhere. Artworks are by DreadIllustrations.

I am tagging @sunkissedfawn @mystic-evangeline @sororluna @for-a-home-that-once-was @solivagantvolf @little-miss-scare-all666 @feral-and-dark @hyacinth-meadow

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Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher on the set of Star Wars in 1976

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“Those who dream by day they know many things that escape to those who dream only at night. ”   - Edgar Allan Poe

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It’s the moments before the storm breaks, when there’s tension from humidity and high altitude pressure that are the big fuckers. Personally, I want to sleep even though I woke up and it feels like a poor decision.

Being sensitive to changes in barometric pressure is crazy what do you mean my problem is that the wind changed direction. What do you mean it's the fuckin clouds

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Portrait of a White Cat Seated Before a Mirror

— by an Austrian cat painter, Carl Kahler

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Jef Bourgeau

Black sky, White pines

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Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

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--030125, local forest (west)

part one: a frozen lake gracefully embracing the first snow of 2025, creating a winter wonderland~

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Henri-Joseph Harpignies. French (1819 - 1916)

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Winter Stores

Charlotte Brontë

We take from life one little share,    And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care,    From tears and sadness free.

And, haply, Death unstrings his bow,    And Sorrow stands apart, And, for a little while, we know    The sunshine of the heart.

Existence seems a summer eve,    Warm, soft, and full of peace; Our free, unfettered feelings give    The soul its full release.

A moment, then, it takes the power    To call up thoughts that throw Around that charmed and hallowed hour,    This life’s divinest glow.

But Time, though viewlessly it flies,    And slowly, will not stay; Alike, through clear and clouded skies,    It cleaves its silent way.

Alike the bitter cup of grief,    Alike the draught of bliss, Its progress leaves but moment brief    For baffled lips to kiss.

The sparkling draught is dried away,    The hour of rest is gone, And urgent voices, round us, say,    “Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”

And has the soul, then, only gained,    From this brief time of ease, A moment’s rest, when overstrained,    One hurried glimpse of peace?

No; while the sun shone kindly o’er us,    And flowers bloomed round our feet, — While many a bud of joy before us    Unclosed its petals sweet, —

An unseen work within was plying;    Like honey-seeking bee, From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,    Laboured one faculty, —

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,    Its gloom and scarcity; Prescient to-day of want to-morrow,    Toiled quiet Memory.

’Tis she that from each transient pleasure     Extracts a lasting good; ’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure     To serve for winter’s food.

And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,    And Age brings winter’s stress, Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,    Life’s evening hours will bless.

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Full moon over Chesapeake Bay.

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Annie Stegg Gerard  -- The Oak Tree Fae

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Fairies looking through Gothic Arch, c. 1864 by John Anster Fitzgerald (English, c. 1819–1906)

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You're horrible. No, I ain't. I'm Hoggle. Who are you?

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moon

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A Moonlit Winter Landscape by Remi Van Haanen, 1812-1894  

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somewhere in the world there is a tree that sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you