When Mitski Said ‘and I Was So Young When I Behaved 25, But Now I Find I’ve Grown Into A Tall Child’,

I’m legitimately sad about Miura’s passing. I’m sad that he died- while not exactly a young man, he was not yet old either. I’m sad that he died before getting to finish his life’s work. I’m sad that he didn’t get to finish telling his story; not simply because we wanted to read it, but because he put so much of himself into it. Doubly so because Berserk was a story with so much to say; often misunderstood for its early era; over its lifespan Berserk was an emotionally nuanced and heartfelt story of stubborn light and irrepressible goodness in a world of overwhelming darkness; recovery and love and finding oneself despite it all.

His work was an inspiration to so many others; you can hardly point a finger at a popular fantasy setting in many, many years that hasn’t taken at least some inspiration, big or small, from the vivid and incredibly detailed world that he painted with his words and his art.

Certainly, even if his own work remains unfinished, his legacy will still be remembered for countless years and decades as a triumph of its genre, and a true effort of passion by a man wholly dedicated to both his work and his play, and sharing that passion with others through it.

A legend among manga, and all kinds of fantasy truly.

forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long;

our graves will be less deep, our lies less true.

You held aloft the sword.

I still love y

A power is on the earth and in the air,  From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,  And shelters him in nooks of deepest shade, From the hot steam and from the fiery glare. Look forth upon the earth—her thousand plants  Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize  Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze; The herd beside the shaded fountain pants; For life is driven from all the landscape brown;  The bird hath sought his tree, the snake his den,  The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men Drop by the sunstroke in the populous town:  As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent  Its deadly breath into the firmament.

-Midsummer by William Cullen Bryant

Breakfast at Wayne manor

(Please look at the details, I suffered for those micro letters)

What a fkng queen 👑👑

Natalie Portman has the names of the Female Directors who were snubbed embroidered on her cape????.......... HER MIND

Fun Tips For If You’re Bored

- Lie down on the ground

- Roll your face into the dirt

- Inhale. Breathe the smell of decay and growth, life and death

- Feel the warmth thrumming in the center of the Earth

- Feel the coolness of the dirt. Let it be soft, and let it be hard. Let it flow through the palms of your hands and back into your body.

- If you experience a falling sensation, do not be afraid. It is simply the earth reclaiming you as its own. 

- Enjoy! 

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Maura wanted to fuck the captain you can't change my mind and she's valid for that because Andreas Pietschmann is one of the few men I'd leave Aneurin Barnard for

Stitching a Call Me By Your Name frame and listening to Hozier

you know when you step outside on a wet and windy day, your jackets are layered and your skirts billowing in the breeze, and you just feel the adventure around you?

its the perfect day to board the ship or enter the woods, and to leave everything behind