Carnivorous Lamb

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

Nature the gentlest mother is,  Impatient of no child,  The feeblest of the waywardest.  Her admonition mild 

In forest and the hill  By traveller be heard,  Restraining rampant squirrel  Or too impetuous bird. 

#022

A veces cuando siento tristeza

la sostengo y con ella hago un dibujo.

Y al intentar convertirla en algo bonito

Nah!

“He tried halfheartedly to run off, but Vassago held him as gently as possible. ‘I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.’”

Last year I decided that today would be a #StolagoDay, so here’s a new artwork of them to celebrate! 🎉✨

This is a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ AU fanfic I’ve written for the Helluva Mini Bang and posted in February. You can still read it on AO3!