hyvhuynh:

[L.A. friends are all doing well. My heart swells.]

[Image description: a photo of a flower with pastel-colored petals.]

sitbackandream:

killing me softly (by ♦ Peter Grahlmann ♦)

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lohrien:

Illustrations by pinwheelbunny dA l tumblr

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things i love

→ tea ♥

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ryo-maybe:

たつみ

My favorite one out of these wonderful pieces is the only one without candy.

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soulist-aurora:

Seul Gi Jeong’s Pure passion of Photography. in Korea.

I have collected of talented helpers scattered around the world for three years, Perhaps, instead of me they are ‘Heal the world make it a better place’. Through their potential. :) They will be your true friend. 

afrogrrrlxvx:

Here’s the new hair! It looks like a sweet nebula crown with blues, pinks and purples. I love it. ✨

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When I Turn Around is a posthumously published collection of sketches by Ghibli artist Yoshifumi Kondo. In 1992, Kondo started sketching moments he witnessed during his everyday life. Children sharing secrets in the park, students cycling through the street, teenagers blowing bubbles on the sidewalk, and businessmen posting letters in the rain–these were the sweet incidental moments captured lovingly in hand-drawn sketches.  Kondo, who directed Whisper of the Heart, was expected to become one of the top directors at Ghibli and Takahata and Miyazaki’s eventual successor, but sadly suffered an aneurysm before these plans came to pass.

When I Turn Around can be purchased from Amazon Japan.

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cherrylet:

My grandmother’s house in Shaanxi, which hasn’t changed a single bit in decades. There’s something intensely comforting about that consistency. Going back always feels like a full-body detox, a time to shed so many of the unnecessary layers that typically weigh me down, a way to simplify myself. Both electricity and running water were knocked out the days I was there, so I spent the afternoons watching my aunts and grandmother trash talk each other over mahjong with the occasional trip into town on the back of a bicycle. And, of course, nothing can compare to hardy Shaanxi feasts, plates of sautéed starch noodles/粉条 and zi juan (rolled vegetable pockets) that I can’t even find in Xi’an restaurants. If only I could’ve fueled up for an entire year. :(

It’s been an exhausting couple of days. So many people have reached out to me through text, e-mail, Facebook in concern, and I feel totally ill-equipped to handle the amount of compassion poured into Boston from all corners of the world. I keep tearing up in public, at work, on the bus, and I can no longer tell what’s driving the emotional backlash, whether the helplessness comes from aftershocks of fear and confusion or from an inability to process the overwhelming generosity of friends and strangers alike.

Despite that kindness, I haven’t felt so isolated in years. It’s magnified by how only a few days ago, I was surrounded by family and now I feel like I’m grappling alone through a blind obstacle course with no idea what lies at the end of it. The gut reaction of “I want to go home” and the harsh realization that I don’t mean Boston, not even with the number of years and contacts I’ve clocked here. I guess that saying about people and roots has merit. Home is where, etc. Maybe it’s because the attack happened so soon, not even 24 hours, after I landed and my head got stuck in the transition, stalled between two destinations without a clear answer of which one classifies as final.

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gojira:

meowxomatosis:

they will always be referred to as PHONES

my life’s dream was always to be wallpaper

soulist-aurora:

I was inspired In this song,
Aqua - Turn Back Time

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il-tenore-regina:

gimme.

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