(via moonbrains)
i used to collect these things.
trolls were my favorite toy. even my box i kept them in had trolls on the front. design for trolls, by trolls.
my favorite one sat in a little car and drop around if you wound it up.
i wish i still had them all. i miss my trolls
For most of us, dreams come true only after they do not matter, Only in childhood do we ever have the chance of making dreams come true when they mean everything. And when childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.
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-Edna St. Vincent Millay (via quote-book) depressing, but interesting |
