Julius von Klever (Russian, 1850 -1924)
"Father, do you not see the King of the Alder Trees?
The King with his crown and tail?”
“My dear son, it is just a streak of mist.”
- Goethe (excerpt, my translation), 1782
“Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.”
…perhaps he climbed to watch the view from up high, because doing that can sometimes make you feel free.
…maybe the moment when he decided to take that contract?
endless list of favourite characters: martha jones
"I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good."
A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
"One day Arya came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father." (p.141)
Firebird (Russian: жар-птица, zhar-ptitsa) is a magical glowing bird from a faraway land, which is both a blessing and a bringer of doom to its captor.
The Firebird is described as a large bird with majestic plumage that glows brightly emitting red, orange, and yellow light, like a bonfire that is just past the turbulent flame. The feathers do not cease glowing if removed, and one feather can light a large room if not concealed. In later iconography, the form of the Firebird is usually that of a smallish fire-colored peacock, complete with a crest on its head and tail feathers with glowing “eyes”.
A typical role of the Firebird in fairy tales is as an object of a difficult quest. The quest is usually initiated by finding a lost tail feather, at which point the hero sets out to find and capture the live bird, sometimes of his own accord, but usually on the bidding of a father or king. The Firebird is a marvel, highly coveted, but the hero, initially charmed by the wonder of the feather, eventually blames it for his troubles.
saputnik replied to your post “A girl born in 1997 just asked me if I am her age, this is getting…”
razumijem te, meni je jedan momak neki dan rekao da mi ne bi dao više od 12 godina…
Onda znaš kako je. Svi kažu biće mi drago što izgledam mlađe kasnije ali me trenutno izludi. Fino ću da istetoviram rodni list na čelo.
kids born in 97 can already speak??? omg what year is it
Right, right? I swear 1998 was like 3 years ago, 4 tops.
A girl born in 1997 just asked me if I am her age, this is getting ridiculous!
I’ve become Steve Buscemi.
Tamo je zemlja iz mog sna
Her hair was a mane of jet-black ringlets that fell to the small of her back, and around her brow was a band of copper suns. Where the Sand Snakes were tall, Arianne took after her mother, who stood but five foot two. She is still a little thing, the captain thought. Yet beneath her jewelled girdle and loose layers of flowing purple silk and yellow samite she had a woman’s body, lush and roundly curved.
*happy birthday m