“People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”

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asperatus cloud x

asperatus cloud x

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My Neighbor Totoro (Tonari no Totoro)


My Neighbor Totoro (Tonari no Totoro)

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by Silvia Conde

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Paris, France

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"Even death has a heart."

Markus ZusakThe Book Thief

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In the Old World,
Death was born bloody and soft
and with his life,
he took his mother’s,
and history was written
in her blood.

And Death, in his shame,
built a kingdom from dust
as penance, as proof,
that his fingers were made
for more than destruction.

And there Death lived in peace,
collecting souls,
the willing,
the unwilling,
one by one.

In our fear,
we have made Death into a villain,
when he alone has offered humanity
an escape from their cages,
an end to their wretched stories,
an opportunity to be reborn
of more than flesh and bone.


Emily Palermo, Death is Howling at the Moon

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These photographs by Matt Bower evoke such a feeling of nostalgia in me. I look at them and feel like I know this place, like I’ve been there many times. Taking a photograph that makes you desperately long for something you’ve never known is a rare talent. 

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The Things You Let Me Keep (2014)

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