Some of these posts I see on Tumblr are just so sad and depressing, like, I just want to reach through my laptop and come through the sad persons laptop with my arms wide open. I want to give them a hug, and let them know it really does get better.
And then I’d give them a cookie, because-come one-how can you not be just a tiny bit happy after someone crawls through internetland and gives you a cookie?
In his absence things are usually quiet on the island. The fairies take an hour longer in the morning, the beasts attend to their young, the redskins feed heavily for six days and nights, and when pirates and lost boys meet they merely bite their thumbs at each other. But with the coming of Peter, who hates lethargy, they are under way again: if you put your ear to the ground now, you would hear the whole island seething with life.
They’ll love her before they see her. An angels voice carrying along the waves, calling sailors and travellers alike to their final slumber. Hunting for sport and leaving her victims to watery graves. Such wicked beauty, such wicked words… Such sweet delight. Closer now, darling. Closer still. You’ve nothing left to be afraid of now.
In Greek mythology, the Sirens (Greek singular: Σειρήν Seirēn; Greek plural: Σειρῆνες Seirēnes) were dangerous and beautiful creatures, portrayed as femme fatales who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
And before long she opened her eyes, lifted up the lid of the coffin, sat up, and was once more alive. “Oh, heavens, where am I?” she cried. The King’s son, full of joy, said, “You are with me,” and told her what had happened, and said, “I love you more than everything in the world; come with me to my father’s palace, you shall be my wife.” And Snow-white was willing, and went with him, and their wedding was held with great show and splendor.