#Little World

[newlullabies]

vintage Little World sets

[monstera-tea]

little forests

[streakyfreak-me]

little bunny is prepared for the fall

[crystalline-glass]

circles of light through my window on a rainy morning

[jazzymini]

A little speck of nature 🐚

[hornyforpoetry]

Today I went to an exhibition of live butterflies. They are wonderful to look at, but very difficult to convince to stay still to make a sketch. Temperamental models...

[gringadano]

[nvr04mnd]

It's a ladybug's wedding 🥹🐞

[atlxolotl]

Go make yours!

[embersburning]

I've created this small little world with only my son and me. I've become afraid to leave it.

[wisdomfish]

Every man must know “the plague of his own heart.” Without this knowledge, nothing else can be done. It is frightening to think how many have so little knowledge of the main enemy they carry in their hearts. This ignorance makes them ready to justify themselves, to reject reprimands and warnings, because they do not know they are in danger.

John Owen

[hariharasuden]

Little World

[dosa-sambhar]

When Jo March said that "I'm so sick of people saying that love is all a women is fit for. I'm so sick of it. But I'm so lonely"

She talked about the fear of having people around your life find love and move on from you into a new phase and you having being left behind all alone. Maybe there does comes a time in our life when we when we do get scared to be left all alone while everybody else moves on

[werewolf-transgenderism]

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments:

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[bruciemilf]

Really glad we’re crowning Dick as the scariest batfamily member. Society is healing.

Don’t mind me, just imagining Bruce’s hands, big, soft, covered in the labor of violence, holding his eldest’s face, saying, “This is Dick. He’s the kindest person I know.”

Dick’s fists are behind his back. He’s holding some socialite’s bloody tongue in them. If they’re going to use it to talk shit about his father, they don’t need it. His smile is sunshine and war.