[neuroconflictos]

La Candamia

[rye-views]

The Boy and the Heron (2023) dir. Hayao Miyazaki. 君たちはどう生きるか(2023) dir. 宮崎 駿. 7.4/10

I wouldn't recommend this movie to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this movie.

The blurring animation during the fire was new.

What kinda contraption was Mahito drinking water out of in his room? I kinda like it for no reason. These parakeets are cute. I like them, i support them.

I didn't really care for the pelicans and the cute white blob creatures. I didn't feel any of the etherealness that I usually do with Ghibli movies.

Show me what the parakeets packed with them back to our normal world. I want to know. Someone tell me why the heron is built like that?

Damn at the Heron's hummingbird kinda wing strength.

[mikeahrens]

[yanushkaa]

[sustancy]

[ianime0]

Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[girlfictions]

Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)

Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.

[quixoticanarchy]

[id: text of the following poem:

5. I grant you refuge from hurt and suffering.

With words of sacred scripture I shield the oranges from the sting of phosphorus and the shades of cloud from the smog.

I grant you refuge in knowing that the dust will clear, and they who fell in love and died together will one day laugh.

/end id]

[joonsweeties]

h♡me

[aura-eden]

NICI JOST, Bird and Flower Market, Fish, 2018/2021

[feral-ballad]

Andrew McMillan, from Pandemonium; “george”

[Text ID: “here’s the thing I’m staying / put I’m waiting / for the clouds or else that / dam or else myself / to break”]

[consecuences]

[metamorphesque]

Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside.

― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[one-true-mango]

pov: the airport is empty but the sky is finally blue again

[stlowens]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]

[mafuyuh]

the KFC breakup

[soracities]

This is what I felt: the warm weight of his hands on me; the genuineness in his smile; the gentle heat of something opening, the way some flowers spread out in the morning at the sight of the sun.

Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

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