Little red riding hood ~ 208
The warrior goddess
A virgin shall conceive
Queen of our hearts
The righteous ones
Don’t stop believing
Return the diamonds
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Demonic manipulation
Evelyn Rothschild
Goodbye Rothschilds
The serpent of old game
Puttin the cabal out
🐺⚔️
The more you know
Be happy life is eternal
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The warrior goddess
A virgin shall conceive
Queen of our hearts
The righteous ones
Don’t stop believing
Return the diamonds
🧺💎
Demonic manipulation
Evelyn Rothschild
Goodbye Rothschilds
The serpent of old game
Puttin the cabal out
🐺⚔️
The more you know
Be happy life is eternal
🛖👵🏼
🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲
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Tass Notes 132 🫧✍🏼
Margot Robbie 125
Margot Robbie ~ 125
Amanda Seyfried ~ 125
Earth goddess
Time travel
Amanda Seyfried ~ 125
Earth goddess
Time travel
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Were you also afraid of the wolf in the story when you were a child? I very much identified with the little girl, who just wanted to reach her grandmother’s house.
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I felt so sorry for her, at the same time as I was too scared to even look at that one page in the book, where she entered.
I knew she was just so lonely.
She had no friends and was feared by most of the ones living in Moominvalley. The ground beneath her freezed where she was walking, and her cold radiance caused others to think gloomy thoughts.
She almost didn’t speak, just howling when she was sad.
I knew she was just so lonely.
She had no friends and was feared by most of the ones living in Moominvalley. The ground beneath her freezed where she was walking, and her cold radiance caused others to think gloomy thoughts.
She almost didn’t speak, just howling when she was sad.
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Mårran always seeks light and warmth. But she never manages to get there, the fire goes out when she gets too close.
”She stared into the lamp and slowly shook her big heavy head. A white mist of cold rolled at her feet. Now she began to glide slowly towards the lamp, a huge gray shadow of loneliness."
~ The father and the sea, 1965
”She stared into the lamp and slowly shook her big heavy head. A white mist of cold rolled at her feet. Now she began to glide slowly towards the lamp, a huge gray shadow of loneliness."
~ The father and the sea, 1965
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