The Hunting of the Snark. by Tove Jansson

Tove Jansson, The Hunting of the Snark As a kid, I was simultaneously fascinated and scared by the moomins.

“But that’s how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don’t have to carry a suitcase.” –Snufkin

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Whole shop dedicated to Moomins :D If I ever find this shop, I will be so happy

Once you've told me that you wanted to visit a Moomin Cafe. Don't know if it's really a Moomin Cafe or just a store selling Moomin merchandise.

Tove Jansson Why? Because she wrote the wonderful, marvellous, philosophical Moomin books. She also seems to have had life one could fantasise about, living on a small island. Her art is beautiful. A great writer and artist.

finland // the summer book tove jansson swimming near her finnish island.

"Somewhere under his hat the tune began to move, one part expectation, and two parts spring sadness, and for the rest just a colossal delight at being alone." Quote from Tove Jansson's story 'The Spring Tune,' found in "Tales from Moominvalley."

"Somewhere under his hat the tune began to move, one part expectation, and two parts spring sadness, and for the rest just a colossal delight at being alone." Tove Jansson, Tales from Moominvalley.

Sometimes someone needs silence and solitude, and it doesn't mean there's anything wrong .  “The very last house stood all by itself under a dark green wall of fir-trees, and here the wild country really began. Snufkin walked faster and faster straight into the forst. Then the door of the last house opened a chink and a very old voice cried: ‘Where are you off to?’  ‘I don’t know,’ Snufkin replied. The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of…

Sometimes someone needs silence and solitude, and it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Snufkin replied. The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.


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