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Skeletons Love to Dance

Skeletons also like to expressive their emotions thought dance, who knew? Some sweet moves.


Happy Birthday Walt Whitman!

Here are some beautiful words from the wonderful late poet Mr. Whitman, as seen in my all time favourite show ‘Breaking Bad’. Just. Incredible. Enjoy.


1) Rob Dunlavey
2) Amanda Gray
3) Drake Brodahl


Have been finding some amazing illustrations on red riding hood recently and thought I’d give you guys an insight. I love the mood change in each peice, the first being creepy and desolate, the second being a cute pattern and the third more of a children’s take on the fairy tale. As usual all artists and their websites are linked below in order of appearance. Look out for the next instalment of little red riding hood later on today.

Thanks to ‘the animalarium’ for giving me the idea. Check out their post here.

1) Adolfo Serra
2) Javier Zabala
3) Werner Klemke

The Owl and the Pussycat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Phantom of delight

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Willaim Wordsworth

I found this little poetry and picture package and thought I’d share.
Photo cited here. [page 5]
Full poem.

April Wasteland

April is the cruellest month.

Love this. Good spot Katie. x

I Wandered Lonely as a Cow

I wandered lonely as a cow

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