Stop trying. Take long walks. Look at scenery. Doze off at noon. Don’t even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you’ll be flying again.
Kiki’s Delivery Service 魔女の宅急便 (1989)
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Stop trying. Take long walks. Look at scenery. Doze off at noon. Don’t even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you’ll be flying again.
Kiki’s Delivery Service 魔女の宅急便 (1989)
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Popular Science, August 1920
This poem was written about a specific time of year. Here on eastern Pennsylvania we’ve reached this point.
RELUCTANCE
by Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season.
all that was lost is revealed
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Golem Masters - Journey begins… by Krzysztof Roslan
oh to have a silly little house like this...
the inside has to look like this.
the peasant in me just thinks how hard it'd be to clean.
A comic (?) about my love of weird little bats for this halloween