J.M. Barrie: There is no such place.
Mary Barrie: Yes there is. Never-land.
And we’ll wrestle on jewel-toned leaves
I’ll smear dust across your
little-lost-boy cheek, shape it like a kiss/acorn
if you want me to make the first move,
I will be laughter and song and playing rough
In a return to a simpler time,
Though I think your eyes are anything butI
’ll be the wild child, hair in disarray
And there are too many adventures to be had
But I’ll save the best for you
Darling, let’s stay in Never-Never-Land
For Ever-ever and
I’ll grow up for you, but I’ll still wear
That silly dress I know you like
Because your laugh is still little boy warm
And our hands are small
Darling I want your thimble...
-Be Mine by Pixy-dizzy
Sylvia: What's it like, Neverland?
J.M.Barrie: One day, I'll take you there.
(Finding Neverland pictures from Long Ago Captures)
"That's right, Peter. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning..."
"Oh, there you are, Peter!"
Hungry in Never-land? You imagine your feast... and there it is! Food fight!
I want to sleep in this tree-house under two moons so much that it's actually hurting me...
"These are his marbles. These are his happy thoughts."
"A kiss... Wendy..."
"She said out of pity for him, 'I shall give you a kiss if you like,' but though he once knew, he had long forgotten what kisses are, and he replied, 'Thank you,' and held out his hand, thinking she had offered to put something into it. This was a great shock to her, but she felt she could not explain without shaming him, so with charming delicacy she gave Peter a thimble which happened to be in her pocket, and pretended that it was a kiss."
"I remember my mother..."
What would your happy thought be?
"Think of the happiest things
It's the same as having wings
Take the path that moonbeams make
If the moon is still awake
You'll see him wink his eye
You can fly! You can fly! You can fly!"
To the stars beyoond the blue
There's a Never Land waiting for you
Where all your happy dreams come true
Every dream that you dream will come true"
There's no better time to start
Think of all the joy you'll find
When you leave the world behind
And bid your cares good-bye
You can fly! You can fly! You can fly!"
Tinkerbell: "You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?"
Hook is a singularly magical movie that I would highly recommend watching here for, if you are like me, pure wish fulfilment...
C.S. Lewis: "Do fairy-tales teach children to retreat into a world of wish-fulfilment – ‘fantasy’ – instead of facing the problems of the real world? Let us again lay the fairy-tale side by side with the ‘school story.’ There is no doubt that both arouse, and imaginatively satisfy, wishes. We long to go through the looking-glass, to reach fairy land. We also long to be the immensely popular and successful schoolboy or schoolgirl… but the two longings are very different. The second, especially when directed on something as close as school life, is ravenous and deadly serious. Its fulfilment on the level of imagination is in very truth compensatory: we run to it from the disappointments and humiliations of the real world: it sends us back to the real world undivinely discontented. For it is all flattery to the ego. The pleasure consists in picturing oneself the obect of admiration. The other longing, that for fairy land, is very different. In a sense a child does not long for fairy land as a boy longs to be the hero of the first eleven. Does anyone suppose that he really and prosaically longs for all the dangers and discomforts of a fairy-tale? It is not so. It would be much truer to say that fairy-land arouses a long for he knows not what. It stirs and troubles him (to his life-long enrichment) with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling or emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth. He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted... For, as I say, there are two kinds of longing. The one is an askesis, a spiritual exercise, and the other is a disease."
- 'Our Adventure Is About To Begin' by Rob Ryan
- Truly Tink dresses from Heatherette
- Agnyss Denn jumping off buildings for Pop magazine
- Su Blackwell paper dress
- My gorgeous Jessica Betts head-dress
- Books shot by Steph Hartop
- Natalia Vodianova in Vogue's 'Field of Dreams' shoot
- 'The Plains of Heaven' by John Martin - my Never-land.
- Lost girl dress from Vintageous
♥✿PaintHead asks: "What if Wendy never took Peter's hand? What if the lost boys were found? What if Peter wanted to grow up?"
"Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think...'Do you believe?' he cried."