One Hundred Years of Solitude requested by @mirroredworld
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
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One Hundred Years of Solitude requested by @mirroredworld
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
“-Lo que me choca de ti- sonrió -es que siempre dices precisamente lo que no se debe.” — Cien años de Soledad de Gabriel García Márquez
Tony Ward spring 2019 rtw
Taka-taka-taka
Horse
Jee Won Park - Untitled, 2016
“I love playing with lights to make the subjects look dreamy but still real.”
Alex Perry resort 2019
self help comic yes i cried when i thought of this and drew it immediately
• Nuit d'Espagne
Designer/Maker: Christian Dior (1905-1957, French)
Date: 1954
Medium: Cotton
Beautiful stained glass panels by Illumination Art & Design. Photo by Sean Michael Felix
A Hufflepuff that didn’t want to be sorted into Hufflepuff crying on their first night and then being joined by some older Hufflepuffs who bring hot chocolate and other food from the kitchen to make them feel better, then listening to why the 1st year is so upset, and sharing their own stories to make them feel included and at home.
A terrified first year being sorted into Slytherin and fearing having to write home and explain how they got put in the ‘bad’ house, then being joined by some older Slytherins who show them a part of the common room where you can look out into the lake and occasionally see some of the creatures that live in there - ‘was that the squid?!’ - and forgetting why they were afraid in the first place because these people are actually really nice.
support systems within the houses for 11 year olds who don’t understand why they were placed in a certain house!!!!!
A first year being sorted into Gryffindor and panicking because they really don’t think they’re brave because they’re afraid of so many things and they’ve got some strong irrational phobias. Older Gryffindors finding out that this one first year is seriously frightened and asking them about the different things they’re afraid of. When one particular fear that the first year has encountered quite a lot is mentioned, one of the older Gryffindors points out that they must be brave since they’ve faced their fear so often! They all then sit in a group in the common room, telling stories about when they were scared out of their wits and had to do something ‘brave’ even though at the time it didn’t feel brave, it just felt like survival.
A first year being sorted into Ravenclaw and, when reaching the Tower and discovering that they have to solve a riddle each time to gain access, almost having a meltdown because they already had serious doubts about being smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, and now they’re afraid of everyone finding out and laughing at them. An older Ravenclaw noticing the first year’s shallow breathing and quietly saying, ‘being clever isn’t what’s important, it’s the desire to learn. That’s why if you can’t work out the riddle, you wait for someone else who can work it out. So we can share the knowledge.’ The first year being a bit doubtful, but then watching in surprise as the Prefect at the front of the group goes, ‘huh, I actually have no clue on this one’ and turns around to everyone else to ask ‘anyone?’.
Valtavara, Finland by Andrey Bazanov
Notes to self.
Yuuri Katsuki // Yuri!!! on ICE
i’m sure howl won’t eat the heart of a shrivelled old lady like me.