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Hello, hello! Hamnah Arabella Valencourt here! Upon whom has the misfortune of my presence befallen today?
I dont know if you know me, but I doubt you've landed here by coincidence. But since you're here, let me introduce you to my family.
He's like a firefly, brightening up even the darkest of my days. He tries, and I'm grateful he does. His words are like paint, his tongue a brush, and every morning I am a canvas he breathes life into. My fiancé: @grayson-hawthorne1
My Nan. I call her Nana. She pretends she hates me, but we all know deep in her dark heart, I'm the favourite: @jackstruelove
My mother. The sweetest, and sometimes scariest, woman on the planet. Would definitely drink your blood: @imsaraht
My younger sister, the middle kid. Has the energy for it too. Is pregnant, and always wants chips. At least she's always on board for tomfoolery: @stuckinthevilla
My youngest sister. Definitely the favourite. Has cannibalistic tendencies, but I'm willing to overlook those. She's adorable: @shimmermetimbers
My aunt. Does voodoo, I think. I find her very cool. She's also almost always out for blood. I support that: @f4iry-bell
My cousin. Only one older than me. Won't be the eldest for longer..... Also a traitor: @elysianwayy77
My other cousin, a little too obsessed with cowboys to the point it's getting concerning. I hope you find one: @cowboy-obsessed
Shes my cousin. I like her, despite how sinister she can be sometimes. I like her vibes: @lila-77
My aunt who I'm not so close with, and I barely see her. I hope she's not dust and ashes......: @apollosmusee
Also my cousin. I don't know her well, but I hope I get to know her more: @blueliketheriver
Nan's sister, she's ambitious. I like her: @whatsamongus
My distant cousin, a sweetheart who deserves every sweet thing in the world. She's amazing and kind. Kind of like how everyone else in this house should be. The sanest, I think: @never-enough-novels
Avia's sister, somehow two timing two people. Jude's wife, I think. I can respect that: @astraeajackson
My aunt. She's cool and loves conan. And has a weird thing for carts: @freaknoia
My... Step-mother and ex grandmother. She needs therapy: @nonerrata-myarchives
My father. I hope at some point in our lives I can be closer to him: @pieceofherheart
My half brother, he thinks he can be intimidating by using big words. I would put him in a frilly tutu. Pink, of course. I still can't pronounce his name: @bosthenius-devil-boy
My aunt. I don't know her well, but she's pretty badass: @roonwarner
The family men:
@graysonlaysonhawthorne you are on thin ice and live for long, you insignificant pissant, you useless dupe.
@king-cardan a moody furry alcoholic. You'd get along with Mira.
@k-e-n-j-i-11 I used to like you but now I have mixed feelings. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.
@roonsaaronwarner didn't you promise to take us shopping? You're a disappointment.
@eunspercy haven't officially met you yet. I look forward to it.
@bad-boy-supremo Aren't you a little too young for her?
@castorvalor your biggest mistake is thinking I'm normal
@sheffield-grayson sleep with five eyes open
If I forgot you, no I didn't. 🤭
Farewell, whoever you are. If you ever land here again, land with purpose.
Actual acc: @lanterns-and-daydreams
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#das meer#the sea#vesterhavet#hav#photography#fotografie#lensblr#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#black and white#b/w#schwarz weiß#sw fotografie#s/w fotografie#s/w#b/w photography#wellen#waves#nature#nature photography#the good shit
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So viele Texte geschrieben und nicht veröffentlicht
So viele Briefe geschrieben und alle zerrissen
Du fehlst mir nach wie vor unendlich und ich warte und hoffe noch immer
Auch wenn es dir wohl ohne mich blendend geht
Vielleicht hast du unser "Uns" auch schon vergessen
Wobei verdrängen glaube ich besser passen würde
Warst du wirklich so kalt und berechnend und hast mir über Monate etwas vorgespielt?
Kann es wirklich sein das ich mich so in dir,meinem Hav- meiner Liebe - so getäuscht habe?
Vielleicht liegt es an Deinen Depressionen die zu dieser Handlung geführt haben
Vielleicht liegt es an Deinen Ängsten
Vielleicht von vielem ein bisschen
Ich kann es mir nicht vorstellen das du so ein Mensch bist wie es auszusehen scheint
Eher schaffst du es dir selbst etwas vorzuspielen,oder einzureden bis du selbst dran glaubst/glauben magst
Weil es dann einfacher für dich ist
Ich habe mich in dich deine sanfte,auch ängstliche Seele verliebt
In dein liebevolles Herz
In dein verletzliches Du,was du kaum jemandem zeigst
Einfach in Dich
und meine Liebe zu dir wuchs mit jedem Stein der uns zum stolpern brachte noch mehr
weil ich daran glaubte -und immer noch glaube-das unsere Liebe es schaffen wird jeden Stein,jeden Felsen,jeden Orkan zu überwinden
Weil wir Seelenmenschen uns gegenseitig auffangen können,uns gegenseitig Halt geben können uns gegenseitig retten können
Auch wenn es aussichtslos erscheint
Werde ich weiter auf dich mein Herz,mein Kätzchen warten das du zurück zu mir - in dein Zuhause in meinen Armen - kommst
So lange mein Herz schlägt und ich atme gebe ich die Hoffnung nicht auf
Ich werde dich immer lieben mein hav
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Hittar mig själv på tomma bänkar runt Öresund.
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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation, where they won´t be judged by the color of their skin, but by the contente of their character.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
#Martin Luther King#Jr.#thepersonalwords#hav#quotes#literature#life quotes#author quotes#prose#lit#spilled ink#writers on tumblr#writing inspiration#poets on tumblr
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They made a new hell of your own making it's called choices
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Abe, V and H (HAV)
Jacob was a bit hesitant, but looked more into Abe's bunker a bit more. Jacob then found a book, but it was filled with pictures and stories of V, H and himself. Even though they were hunting hollows and saving peculiars didn't mean they always had to always be so serious when doing stuff together. Some pictures were them holding hollow heads by their hands, maybe with a smile painted by their blood and so many more pictures of them being goofy. He showed the pictures to fugh, Noor and Emma so they could re-create those pictures. I swear HAV must of had a bunch of funny moments together.
P.S. Miss P knows about this and she was a bit hesitant, but allowed Jacob to continue searching most of his stuff to make sure they didn't have any more secrets that they had to solve.
#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#mphfpc#HAV#jacob portman#Abe Portman#V#H#Goofy Peculiars
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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation, where they won´t be judged by the color of their skin, but by the contente of their character.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
#Martin Luther King#Jr.#quotelr#hav# Children# Dreams# Color# character# content# contention# day# dream# judge# living# nation# nationality# skin#quotes#literature#life quotes#author quotes#prose#lit#spilled ink#writers on tumblr#writing inspiration#poets on tumblr
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Hav
In 1985 travel writer Jan Morris released her newest book chronicling the months she lived on the small and little known island nation of Hav.
Except that's not quite true. Morris is a travel writer, she wrote history and a memoir as well but travel was her main subject, and she did release Last Letters from Hav in 1985 but rather than being travel literature it is entirely fictional.
There isn't much in the way of a plot. For most of the books it simply relates different episodes from the time Morris spent in Hav.
The conceit that a work of fiction is a real text in universe is one I adore when executed well and Morris's execution is as near to perfect as I have seen.
Morris's extensive experience with travel writing lends Hav an extraordinary verisimilitude. With the exception of one scene late in the book it's all something that's easy to imagine reading in a real travel book.
Which isn't to say everything related is plausible to reality but when it departs from reality it's with embellishments or getting taken in by tall tales told by locals that you'd expect a real travel writer to relate.
Morris claims that many readers thought that Hav was a real place. While I'm generally skeptical of such claims, we've all heard the myths surrounding The War of the Worlds radio broadcast, I can almost believe it here.
Morris paints Hav so vividly that it almost feels that you can touch it. That you could close your eyes and see the city. Travel to the island and wander it's streets.
Hav is a book that's comfortable with ambiguity. I've grown tired of SFF that feels the need to always show the reader the truth with no room for uncertainty. Morris is more than happy to leave questions go unanswered. In one instance we get several different people's interpretation of an episode of Hav's history during World War 2 and absolutely none of them sound like they know what actually happened.
Morris is comfortable with not giving a answer and leaving the reader draw their own conclusions. Being willing to do that is central to why Hav feels real and many authors would benefit from learning from it.
The author and her surrogate character are well to do British women and there are chapters where that's very evident as there are parts where she exotifies the people of Hav. Given the nature of the book it can be hard to tell where the author ends and the narrator begins. It's genuinely not obvious to me whether this is just how Morris wrote about people in her travel writing or it was a deliberate decision made for her fiction.
If you decide to read it you should look for the new edition released in 2006 titled simply Hav. If it has an introduction by Ursula K Le Guin you have the right version.
This edition includes a short sequel Hav of the Myrmidons that was written by Morris thirty years after the original and is about her fictional alter ego returning to Hav thirty years after her original visit. It's not as good as the original but still a worthwhile read.
The book taken in it's entirety was of my favourite books I read last year. Morris masterfully evokes the country she has created, filling in a hundred details while hinting at even more. A life time as a travel writer made Morris able to make Hav feel real in a way few others could have.
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Nun sind es 3 Wochen, 22 Tage,534 Stunden her als du mich das letzte mal geküsst hast
Ich dich das letzte mal gesehen,gerochen,gespürt habe
Es wird nicht besser oder einfacher je länger du weg bist
Die Sehnsucht nach dir und das Vermissen werden von Tag zu Tag schlimmer
Du fehlst mir so
Unser Reden,unser Schweigen,unser Blödsinn machen,unser spielen
Einfach alles
Einfach du
Ich funktioniere seit du weg bist nur
Spiele meine "Rolle" vor den anderen
Und warte auf die Momente wo ich alleine bin und mich dem Schmerz hingeben kann,egal auf welche Art
Mein Herz tut weh,weil du mein hav fehlst
Mein Körper schmerzt
Ich bekomme fast keinen Bissen runter,
Kann kaum schlafen,aus Angst einen deiner Besuche zu verpassen -sogar die Hunde spüren es mittlerweile wenn du kommst -und danach liege ich weinend im Bett
Es tut so weh von dir getrennt zu sein und ich warte und hoffe immer noch das du nach Hause in meine Arme kommst
Ich verspreche dir dich zu beschützen
Ich glaube auch nicht das es dir wirklich gut geht mit dem Schritt den du gegangen bist
Und es geht dir nicht gut,egal wie du dich ablenkst,es dir einredest oder sonst was
Unsere Seelen funktionieren nur gemeinsam
Unsere Herzen funktionieren nur gemeinsam
Denn wir gehören zusammen
Egal wie schwer es manchmal erscheint
Egal wie schwer wir es uns gegenseitig machen
Ich werde weiter auf dich warten
Ich werde weiter die Hoffnung für uns nicht aufgeben
Ich glaube an das einmalige,gemeinsame Band zwischen uns
Die Magie,unser Skandinavien,unsere Liebe
Ich liebe dich und werde dich immer lieben
Mein hav,mein Seelenmensch,mon chaton
Komm nach Hause und lass dich fallen
Ich fange dich auf
Ich verspreche es dir
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lumberjack werewolf grim reaper gf
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Alle ud af dåsen
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