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the-forest-watcher · 1 year
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Somewhere out there, perhaps far away or even closer, there is a meadow of wildflowers waiting for you.
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the-forest-watcher · 2 years
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“Yesterday’s gone, so has the day before. Don’t waste today arguing about it.”
-Joan G. Robinson, When Marnie Was There
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the-forest-watcher · 2 years
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Betty White literally sacrificed herself so that we would be saved from a terrible 2022. Do it for Betty.
RIP Betty White. The Golden Girl’s are together again having a cheesecake in heaven.
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the-forest-watcher · 2 years
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Music that makes you feel like you’re standing at the edge of a meadow cliff, looking out over the flower filled valley below. A breeze picks up, making your dress wave slowly, the sound of the fabric rustling dampened by the noise of the flowers and tall grass bending and swaying, as if they’re waving for you to step away from the edge.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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You can write books, but there's only
ever one book that's really you.
-Joan G. Robinson, When Marnie Was There
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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It was one of those still, grey, pearly days, with no wind, when sky and water seemed to merge into one, and everything was soft and sad and dreamy…
-Joan G. Robinson, When Marnie Was There
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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“Already she had spent many afternoons here, lying in a grassy hollow, hearing only the wind rustling the tops of the grasses, the distant crying of the gulls, and the soft sloughing of the ocean. It was like being on the very edge of the world. Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was.”
~Joan G. Robinson, When Marnie Was There~
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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We can’t go back in time, nor can we fix the mistakes of the past. What we can do is keep living, keep moving forward, holding onto those special moments of the years before. You know the kind I mean, the ones that are never really forgotten, the ones that make you feel that bittersweet happiness, the ones that you can look back on and know you’ll never regret, because they helped make you who you are. Cherish them, and cherish the knowledge of knowing that one day, you too shall be part of someone’s special memories.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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✨How to feel sad in 3 simple steps✨
Step 1: Sit in your room, alone with the moon
Step 2: Think of who knows your name
Step 3: Wonder if they’d cry if you died, if they’d remember your face
Step 4 (Optional): Cry heavily as the moon continues to shine down on you, as if it wants you to know that you do not have to weep alone.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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In this life, there are two things you can count on to be consistent and withstanding to everything. One is time, and the other is yourself. Don’t worry about how long it takes others. It’s your life. You set the pace, and live as you want to live.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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We may think we live simple and redundant lives, but always remember you’re an extraordinary person, and no life is boring unless you chose to make it so.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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So many people will tell you to stay on the beaten path, to not stray off of it.
But the beaten path has no flowers, or meadows, or beauty left. The beaten path has been trampled down underfoot, the flowers and berries picked or crushed. To that I say this:
Leave the beaten path. Take the path less travelled. Stray out in search of the beautiful nature that’s still vibrant. Find it, enjoy it’s beauty, and keep going until you get to where you need to go.
Understand that sometimes the mundane and beaten down path will offer you nothing but its desitination, while the path rarely taken will get you where you need to be, and with memories you’ll never forget.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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Alrighty, not Cottagecore at all but here we go. Evan Hansen, from “Dear Evan Hansen” is actually the son of Veronica Sawyer and Jason Dean from “Heathers.” Evidence as follows:
1) Heathers occurs in 1989, when Veronica is 17. She could easy be the same age as Evan’s mom, since Dear Evan Hansen takes place in the present.
2) Evan is great at forging things (like Veronica), struggles with anxiety and dispair (like Jason Dean), and is able to make a suicide look better than it was (like Jason Dean).
3) We KNOW Veronica and Jason Dean slept together, and it’s possible the pill Veronica mentioned she was on didn’t work (or she forgot to take it).
4) Evans mom is studying at a law school. Jason Dean told Veronica that she would “marry a lawyer,” suggesting Veronica wanted to go to law school.
The only thing that doesn’t add up is the names. Why would Veronica Sawyer change her identity to Heidi Hansen? Simple! Jason Dean’s dad wouldn’t leave her alone after his son disappeared, or blamed her for his disappearance and threatened her! Feeling unsafe, she changed her identity after finding out she was pregnant (probably a month or so after the end of Heathers). She then gave birth to a son, Evan Hansen.
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the-forest-watcher · 3 years
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Stop worrying about things. Take a breath, and calm down. Go outside, smell the fresh air, explore the woods and creeks and meadows. Pick flowers, herbs, and berries, and dance under the beautiful sunny sky. In a world as beautiful as this, why spend time worrying?
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the-forest-watcher · 4 years
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Come now! Pull closed the shutters! Bar the door! Hurry now children, hide in the cellar! Lock the door behind you! I have my axe, I’ll be fine! Go now! If you hear me tell you it’s safe to come up within the hour, then it isn’t me calling you! It is the things that come at night!
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the-forest-watcher · 4 years
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I stared up, expecting to see the pale white full moon shining on me. I quickly realized two things.
1) There were two glowing white orbs.
2) Said orbs were actually large white eyes towering ten feet above me.
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the-forest-watcher · 4 years
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If you’re ever lost in the forest and scared, just remember that you aren’t alone. Better hope you find the trail soon.
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