Robyn's Nest


Things that make me happy. Pictures and thoughts I want to share. Some are my own and some are borrowed. This site it dedicated to my bff Robyn, who has given me joy, inspiration, and hope. She is the reason my Tinkerbell wings can take flight.

I hope I bring inspiration and hope to others. Let's all have fun together!

I want your comments or questions!

Submit to Mistress Tinkerbell *giggle*

Peter Pan, by Pascal Campion

Peter Pan, by Pascal Campion

Source: mickeyandcompany

princess-cortcake:

Peter Pan sketch backgrounds

Princess versions HERE!

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disney-archive:

want disney posts on your dash?

disney-archive:

want disney posts on your dash?

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rainy disney (x)

rainy disney (x)

Source: evergreenring

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memeguy-com:

Someone added this to my chem textbook

memeguy-com:

Someone added this to my chem textbook

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tillywan:

Tangled in real

tillywan:

Tangled in real

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Source: brilliantlybeloved

And at last I see the light…

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scattered-teardrops:

Click for more black & white posts

scattered-teardrops:

Click for more black & white posts

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….shhhh….it’s okay….

ms-woodsworld:

petmistress:

I know it is, but sometimes I need a friend to tell me that.

**hug**

((((hugs)))) sometimes you just know when someone needs to hear it

My Ribbons — by CEL

petmistress:

    My Ribbons

My first ones were in my hair,
brightly coloured garish proclamations
of childish innocence,

Yielding to more seemly, muted pastels on Sundays, tied behind me,
widely restraining my exuberance, leashing me to Jesus
(at least until the bells released the ragamuffin within to shed them
and run barefoot through the fields of youthful spring).

Soft, satin sash, so serious-seeming.
Giggles and titters.
Truth behind the veil.

Spirit on Friday, school colours, for a dime, pinned to my chest.
The smell of Clearasil in the halls, and after the game,
my heart on my sleeve with the boy in the booth.

Little daughters of the Eastern Star watch boredly
as my service is hung like a confused mobius round my neck.
When will this end there is no beginning there is no end when will this end?

Heart full of dreams, head full of sky, I said I did, and wore him
as proudly as my ribbons:  but he didn’t.
Soiled, rent, but at least not scarlet, I watch with slack jaw and cold tears,
as ours tear asunder, his a kite-tail on the wind, tumbling to the west.

Fine ones follow, and festoon; yet not even gonfalons can hide
The Hours I spend in fear of the Woolf, wrists razor-ready, pills aplenty,
pondering apparent suicide to be reported in paper,

Suddenly dispelled— upon a second life—as one attaches itself, unbidden.
A lifesaver, looped in bow, with arrow for my heart.
Robyn egg blue, true, just as god knew.  Angel,
love without judgment,
star on cobalt ripple keeps me from the falls.

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For my friends here on tumblr that know me inside.  My favourite of all my poems. Personally the best thing I’ve written.         For me, and for the wonderful memory of my bff, Robyn, too.

—Miss Heather

And now you may understand why I chose the name for this blog to be “tinkerbellribbons”  

—Heather Tinkerbell