The Rain Woke You Up.

(And it was strange, because you never dream when it rains) I have a different theme every couple days or so.

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Daily reminder

If you’re crying

If you’re screaming

If you’re hurting

It means you’re alive. And that’s so important.

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R E W I N D

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Be of good heart.

Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo Van Gogh” January 1873  (via wordsnquotes)

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ダンジョンへの入り口

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There’s something about Studio Ghibli’s Water physics that I love

While it is a liquid, it tends to behave more gelatinously

It’s so beautiful while almost being awkward *bloop*

Gravity? Surface tension? No? Well, just let me hug her!!

Not even seeming to make skin or cloth wet

It looks so satisfyingly bouncy

Tell me what you guys think and what’s your fav movie thing about Ghibli

[sigma-enigma]

I remember hearing/seeing a post where Ghibli’s water always -looks- like how water -feels-.

Like when you’re crying it just feels like

And when it’s raining it’s like

Like Ghibli has that perfect look of water where yeah, it’s not exactly -realistic- but they capture the perfect feeling.

[peter-untermaierhofer]

secret garden (2013)

[buron]

Landslip Mist Whilst Wrens Guard Nest (vii)

©sydburon - December ‘16

[knitmeapony]

Forget Coffins! This Company Will Swirl You Into Beautiful Glass Creations When You Die

Seattle- based company Artful Ashes is helping loved ones during the grieving process by creating unique glass memorials for those who have passed away. Through the use of art glass blowing, Artful Ashes collects one tablespoon of your loved one’s ashes to include them in a glass orb and or heart. …

Welp, this is just about all I want in death.

Like, I want to be made into a beautiful glass thing.  I want to be something treasured for a long time and rarely talked about.  I want to live in the home of someone who loved me, and touched now and then in silent memory.

I want people to forget that I’m in there, I want the memory of what I am to pass out of the family’s knowledge.  I want to be given away, and put out in a thriftstore somewhere.  

I want someone to buy my ashes for $4.99 and put me in a window and love the colors.  I want to cast beautiful, fractious and curving sunlight across the wall, sparkling and glowing and shimmering, depending on the time of day.  I want someone to take a picture of me with the moon behind me, luminous and mysterious.

I want a witch to buy me and put me in her work room.  I want an artist to leave me on their worktable.  I want to inspire people and make them smile.  I want to be warm from sunlight or chilly from the cool air.  I want to be packed in newspaper carefully when they move.  I want to be given as a holiday or graduation present to someone’s kid, I want to be given as a housewarming gift as a reminder of home.

And god, then, hopefully some day, I want to roll off the table, I want that globe to crack.

And then I want to haunt the living shit out of the future.

[rocketmermaid]

Holy shit, the comment made this sixty times more awesome and now I want this to be done to me too.

[awellboiledicicle]

I too wish to be an ominous sparkle death orb

[eva-420]

share a coke with the indescribable, omnipresent feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach

[televandalist]