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Joe Hisaishi and Hayao Miyazaki make an emotionally compelling, and exquisite team. 

@susuwatori

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Me: hey how’s it going

My Australian friend: ???????

Me: oh sorry

Me: noʎ ǝɹɐ ʍoɥ ʎǝɥ

Them: ohhhhhhh LOL the spiders are coming and I only have minutes left

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Hey guys! 

So a while back i got carried away with some Kpop OC’s and so here’s the first of my six boys, JUN! 

more fun facts: 

His birthday is April 1st 1998

He’s always trying out new hair colours

Owns way too many earrings

Is always dabbing

That or finger guns

has a terrible UNIQUE sense of fashion

There IS a story line to go with this so please stay tuned!

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“How gently heartbreaking this could be…”

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There are places on earth, where the sun never sets

If I were to be asked “what will you write for her?”, my answer will never be “an obituary”.

For you, I will not write on suicide, on death, on regrets and pain and sadness, these darkened thoughts have stuck around like the arrows on a broken clock, but I don’t need anything to tell me what time it is:

                                            It is time to move on

It is time to admit that, if your pulse is silent, mine can still be racing. If your life’s book has reached its final page, I do not have to re-read it, I need to write my own. It is time for me to accept life, for you couldn’t do it, It is time for me to accept an apology I never received. It’s time to forgive and forget.

Why do we always remember a life by the way it ended? You were more than the way you left, you are more than the reasons you died. So, if someone asks me “what will you write for her ?” I will not say “an obituary”.

For you, I will write July in Canada and December in Australia. I’ll write all the old people I’ve ever met and tell you how young some still are. I’ll write a poem on Sunday afternoons, on coffee, on religion, on hidden meanings in random pop songs. I’ll write on strangers in buses and red noses in winter. Hell, I’ll even try to write something original on love, I’ll convince you there’s beauty in my anger.

I will write words on paper until I confuse grey with white and until sentences don’t make sense anymore. And I’ll use silly homonyms to tell that, this morning I will not be mourning because, if hours are our’s, then I want to savor being a savior for those I can still save.

It is time for me to stop playing the same broken records, songs of “If I said this, If I did that” and musical interpretations of “Maybe I should have, maybe I could have…”

It is time for me to warn the silenced birds that, if dying will give them new wings, they will be at the price of the songwriter’s happiness.

I cannot write on suicide, but i can describe what is before it, and i can invent what could be without it, and i can remind the world that you were a person, a wonderful, complex and beautiful person before being “funeral and teenage tragedy”.

I will move the arrows of the broken clock with my finger, for, if it has to be stuck, at least it will not be on the last minute we heard its heart ticking.

There are places on earth where the sun never sets, this is where you need to survive one last day.

(For Astrid, with regrets and love)

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We often write on pain and despair, Poetry seems best inspired by misery, And rather than a cry for help, it’s as if poets are saying: “Look, i took this terrible thing and I’ve made it beautiful. I made it rhyme, I made it sing, I made it powerful. It’s too easy to write on love, on joy or on beauty: you plant a seed, you watch it grow, its bound to bloom prettily, for in a sun-kissed field any rose can be… But,you see, I can make anything out of nothing: I’ll turn scars into rivers instead of describing the Nile, Take the pen and paper, use them as a shield, Poetry doesn’t need the land to be fertile, For It can make sunflowers grow on a battlefield”

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We were freaks; we were walking joke upon joke, a show for all to see, We were a real menagerie. From the roaring man with a screaming heart in a quiet throat, To the pain thriving girl walking her tightrope of anxiety, To the boy lost in his own world, afloat, And the clown who mistakes laughter for pity. We were freaks, utter insanity, identical in our lack of humanity We were a showcase, something of beauty, For we could entertain with our misery The normal, the simple, the happy, All imprisoned in their normality Blinded, what they failed to conceive, Is that the destruction we all daily achieve, This mess of knife throwers and this bearded lady, Are the sun lit shadows of their society. We were freaks And forever will be For madness is the only rational victory

Professor Sunflower (via professor-sunflower)

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Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, the wind is passing through.

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Losing ten pounds is great in the US and sucks in the UK.

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by JupiterSong

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Partly cloudy in the Alps..

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It’s the children the world almost breaks who grow up to save it.

Frank Warren (via quotemadness)

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Mt.Fuji

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She draws cracks on her face with a grease pencil, and paints her lips bruised with fingertip applications. Stenciled in sepia and lye, she peddles pictures of her porcelain profile to peripheral paramours. Fickle and capricious lovers, named Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat. Validation earned in the shape of emperor’s thumbs and ouroboros arrows. Truly a magnificent waste.

overwroughtundervalued (via wnq-writers)

Rebloging for those assonances and alliterations Damn, these word plays so smoooth

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Grave of the Fireflies (1988)

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GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ENTRANCE EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ORAL PRESENTATIONS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR GIANT ESSAYS

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