Kawaii Japan Food Erasers

I remember when I was kid, during back to school, there would always be that one kid that had the most adorable school gear. When I saw these kawaii food erasers, it took me back to those days when I wished I was the cool kid with the cute pencils and erasers (mind you I did and still do have some very kawaii writing utensils and notebooks)

These erasers are not the best quality. They're more for fun and play, but they are super cute to look at and a nice addition for ones kawaii stationary/writing collection. Or perhaps you know a little girl who is starting her first year of school. She'd definitely be the coolest kid in class.

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Winter Weeds

In January, I see winter weeds. They are those who try to survive despite the harshness and coldness of their surrondings. They are the ones who force themselves to be seen, even though they are so often overlooked. They are the remaining ones; the courageous ones; the hopeful ones.

Photo and words by me
  

Spilling Ink: The beautiful beast

Eyes like diamonds

Teeth like pearls

Skin like satin

Hair that curls

Make him gentle, make him fine, if he be all this…make him mine

And from the spell made by the young queen’s brew came a boy with thin limbs and features off skew. The queen gasped as she saw the hideous sight, trying hard not to deplore him. Trying, with all her might. She put him in room, dark colored with little light and kept the boy hidden for 20 years, out of sight.

Only the queen knew of the beast behind the door. She would hold him and bring him gifts from her kingdom’s store. The boy grew in that room never seeing his own face. He grew to be playful, wise and full of grace.

The boy, now a man, asked why he need stay behind the walls. The queen said he was so beautiful the world would be appalled. They would look at him and see their own ugliness within. They would hate themselves by hating him and see their own sins. The man asked why he had never seen his own reflection. The queen said this was for his own protection.

The man said why, what harm could it do. The queen said the man would become like others, vain and untrue. You will love yourself only with your eyes, and that is wrong said the queen, tis better to love with your heart which feels rather than sees beauty. The man was content with the answer and said he would stay in the unlit room for his own safety.

He told the queen she must be very beautiful indeed. The queen smiled but felt ashamed and full of greed. She had made the man to suit her own ideals and when he turned out to be different she locked him away. On her thrown of gold she sat high with pride, while her subjects suffered night and day.

The queen cried in her room, why am I like this? She cried on her bed and with her whole heart made a wish. Make me more like the man, humble and pure. If there be a way from these evils, let me find the cure.

The day after that the queen went to the man and said, “to you there is something I must tell.” I made you from a brew; I made you from a spell and when the spell went wrong I banished you to hell. The man seemed puzzled for he lived joyfully. How can this be hell, when you have done so much for me?

“I would have loved you more, if the spell went as it should. I would have given you all of me, and more if I could.”

The man asked do you love me now with your heart? The queen said yes, for you are kind, gentle, loving and smart. The man asked the queen to give the man some light. So he may for once, gaze upon the queen’s sight. The queen lit a candle and stepped into the glow. Upon seeing her beauty the man bowed his head low. My queen, he said, to me your heart has been fair. You have shown me love, mercy and that you care.

The queen realized that there had been a change in her. And from this feeling something began to stir. The queen took the man outside and proclaimed:

“I am in love and things will no longer be the same.”

She was kinder to subjects; her people were amazed. All across the lands, the people gave her praise. For she was different, her heart was now true. Now longer drenched in vanity, away her problems flew.

On the day the man and she wed, she was happy, of this you can be sure. For she loved him and he loved her.

The long road/La longue route

I took the long road to get here
That was my mistake, but I don't care
I made a wrong turn a mile or so back
It threw me off, set things out of whack
I could have followed the others ahead
But that would mean passing you instead
You were the destination; the place I want to be
I'm sorry for the wait; will you still love me?

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 J'ai pris la longue route pour arriver ici 
C'est mon erreur, mais je n'ai pas de soins 
J'ai fait un mauvais virage un mile de retour 
Il m'a jeté hors, mettre les choses détraqué 
J'ai pu suivre les autres à venir 
Mais cela signifierait que vous passer à la place 
Vous avez été la destination, l'endroit Je veux être 
Je suis désolé pour l'attente; vous m'aimez toujours?

Adelaide Love

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Moments from day

I was more ambitious in my mind than in body today. More time was spent thinking of all things I should do than doing anything. I let lavender fill a tub and played with silken bubbles. The most important thing I did was to write my penpal. I appologize for the long delay Azed.

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J'ai été plus ambitieux dans mon esprit que dans le corps aujourd'hui. Plus de temps a été passé à réfléchir sur toutes les choses que je devrais faire que de faire n'importe quoi. Je laisse la lavande de remplir une baignoire et a joué avec des bulles de soie. La chose la plus importante que j'ai fait était d'écrire mes correspondants. Je m'excuse pour le long retard Azed

Butterflies Journal

Butterflies Journal (Magnetic Closure) (Notebook, Diary)






I collect journals, and I would like to add this pretty butterfly, spring-ish one to my collection. I like that it has a magnetic closure and that it's hardcover. According to reviews, this journal is sturdy, has a small pocket in the back which I think is a great bonus to place photos. I also like that it has faint lines that don't dominate but still ensure straight sentences. A pretty journal indeed that I would love to add to my collection.