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USE HEADPHONES 🌧️

academic brain wants to study and read and do shit but chemically imbalanced brain only knows lay in bed, procrastinate, and think about doing shit

watching spirited away for the first time is like… being trapped in the melancholic atmosphere…. the tragic isolation and madness of no face….. feeling the same horrified smallness chihiro does.. the hopelessness of losing her misunderstanding but loving parents…… haku’s quiet betrayal, and the relief of finding out he really was a friend… the curiousity of kamaji’s boiler room, or yubaba’s decorated office…. the hope for lin to make it out of the bath house one day, the wonder of the shaddowy figures on the bus……. the world makes you feel so small and part of a true and rich world that you can only give a brief, passing glance before you must part from it, never knowing but wishing to one day see it again

» Edgar Degas (1834 - 1917)

The Dance Class

Four Dancers

The Ballet Class

Dancers in Blue

The Dancing Class

The Green Dancer

i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair

European Portuguese sounds like drunk Brazilian Portuguese

I want soft things. Soft things that are the same time dark. Like victorian dark, not morbid dark. I want to recieve mail. I want to wear soft socks. I want to live and work in a library all day. I want to know a library like the back of my hand. I want to be left alone but I also want to be noticed. I want to cram books in a bookshelf that cannot take more. Then because the bookshelf is full, I want to line books by the bed. Then the study table. Then the window. I want to walk in the mornings across mossy dewy cemeteries. I want my bag to be heavy with books. And a diary with messy writing. I want to press leaves between pages and find them years later. I want to wear flannel. And soft sweaters. I want to visit art galleries, museums. Antique stores. I want to fill my apartment with wooden furniture. I want plants. I want tea in the evening in my balcony as the sun sets and the city turns pink. I want to stand in the sun, taking in the morning light.

when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit

How to survive paper deadlines, Ghibli-style.