
Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@shamhazah
I will animate it but idk when so have this quick travelling.
INTIMACY IN FILM (18/?): FAREWELL MY CONCUBINE (1993), dir. chen kaige
“What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?” ― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
Kawamura Ryuichi & J (Luna Sea) in SHOXX #4
(Sept 1991)
N.C. Wyeth (United States 1892-1945)
Herons in Summer, 1941
Viktor Zaretsky (Ukrainian 1925-90), Autumn Wind, 1977, Oil on canvas
Atsushi Sakurai, 1990
Appreciation post for the details in spirited away
“Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake, Your tongue is like a scarlet snake that dances to fantastic tunes,”
— Oscar Wilde, from The Sphinx, 1894.
john addington symonds (x)
And I’m so yours.
bring back homeric epithets. call people brave-hearted, swift-footed, laughter loving and loud thundering. view the world with its rosy fingered and saffron robed dawns, its wine dark seas. make your own, walk across kiln fired earth and moss soft as sea sponges. be dew-eyed and soft-cheeked and silver-souled, deft-fingered and bright-tongued. gaze up at the many-storied stars and feel the warmth of the ancient sun, father of gods and men, as it beats down on the shimmering world, soft spun like caterpillar silk