#a wooden boy

[wallflower103]

Geppetto: What is this? What kind of sorcery? Pinocchio: You wanted me to live. You asked for me to live. Geppetto: Who are you? Pinocchio: My name is Pinocchio! I'm your son!

[saixria]

Last chance to post this before people stop caring about Wisdom saga ODY AND ATHENA FRIENDSHIP MEAN SM TO ME YOU DONT GET IT

[daemyrarule]

"If I'm Lord of Driftmark it means everyone is dead."

[illustratinghan]

before james was old enough to wield a seraph blade his weapon of choice was rather questionable…🪿

characters by @cassandraclare 🤍

[kyodelika]

todays robbie 🐬

[littledashdraws]

self-indulgent azulow charm design <33

[fuzzylogic-27]

[horrorfemme1138]

Day 2: Book

[eggsploded]

spicelantern HD remaster

[glasswaters]

i want to be a real boy, said the puppet to the fairy. i am too loud and too wooden. i cannot understand the softness of their skin.

when i lie, my nose grows. when i am lied to, nothing happens to them at all. they smile. their eyes shine, wet with salt-water. my wrists are bound with string, my ankles are threaded with wire.

when i open my mouth, out comes a scream, as a felled tree, bleeding sap. i've shattered the windows and bent the door.

i've broken my father's heart.

have i not given all i had within me to give? did i not shave myself hollow to offer a handful of wood chips and sawdust to anyone who would smile at me? my walls are thin, by now, and my voice is a haunting within my own head. when the sun is strong enough, it shines right through me.

as though i was made of glass, like the fine porcelain dolls in their fine silk dresses and their fine leather shoes. those chubby-red cheeks, polished to the noblest of shines.

smooth as aged pebbles, they do not hurt the palms that hold them unless dropped.

i have taken sandpaper to the high points of me. the rough, first, no matter how it hurt to hold it. no matter the mess. my father taught me well. i will not splinter if you touch me.

i will not lie. i will dance the dance, i will drink the drink, i will breathe only when i am told. i will sink this pining body into the sea. for my father, i will rot.

only make me soft. give me lungs and a beating, bleeding heart.

make me right, said the puppet to the fairy, make me whole.

silly little heartwood, said the fairy to the puppet, you are real. how else would you cry? there is nothing wrong with you.

[sleepyfins]

Did you ever have a wooden railway toy growing up? I'm not sure where mine went but I loved it.

I'm definitely buying myself a wooden train set when I have the money.

[strawbubbysugar]

What if Adam loved god more than anything in the world

[cierv-o-robot-o]

Do you ever miss your own passion?

I was listening to an Alex Hirsch interview while getting some work done, and all I could think was, "Damn, I wish I was like this guy, I wish I still had that passion for art."

I miss being in college, and liking what i was doing so much that I could only see myself doing that for the rest of my life. Deep down, I know I still have that passion- I still enjoy creating things. If I didn't, I wouldn't be having these thoughts. But still, when I look at my favorite artists, friends, and ex-classmates, they all seem to have something I'm lacking and I'm not sure what it is.

am I just not as creative as I used to think I was?

[ineffabledesiretobeasleep]

Concerned Teacher: You, um sir, *gestures vaguely to sooty crusted magic arm* are you always like that with your arm?

Kelmp: No. But it goes away most of the time. Thank you for asking. 😊

[tinyowlet]

Be who you are. I love you exactly as you are.

[hansdurrer]

"Bremgarter Meitli", Bremgarten, Switzerland, 17 December 2024