Malleus & Incus

the sea calls me home

Men
They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They’ll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They’d make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They’d alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.

—Dorothy Parker (via observando)

We ran as if to meet the moon.

—Robert Frost (via observando)

We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.

Lori Deschene (via natashakills)

Everyone should read and understand this.

(via iamrising)

(Source: nezua, via andimedicine)

thecheerfulmedic:

kenobi-wan-obi:

childofwealth:

helloimedua:

sixpenceee:

This is beautiful and it’s amazing to me that it had such a positive outcome and not lifelong hateful grudges, which is probably what these attackers deserved. 

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This is perfect and beautiful and amazing

Yep, those are tears coming down. This is one of the most beautiful pieces I ever read. 

Damn, the level of compassion, strength and understanding you’d need to have in order to do this..

My heart :(

(via andimedicine)

the-hulot-universe:

L’Illusionniste / The Illusionist
Film d’animation / Animation feature film
Sylvain Chomet (2010)
Written by Sylvain Chomet and Jacques Tati

Jacques Tati originally wrote the script for The Illusionist. It was a love letter from a father to his first daughter, but never got produced. Sylvain Chomet, director of The Triplets of Belleville / Les Triplettes de Belleville, adapted the script and once again used his own original animated style.

Official Selection: 2010 Berlin International Film Festival
Official Selection: 2010 Toronto International Film Festival
Opening Night: 2010 Edinburgh International Film Festival
Academy Award. Animated Feature, nominated (last 3)
César Academy, winner.

abudinges:

lam yabqa fi qaws sabri minza’: my patience is at an end (lit.: there is no arrow left for the bow of my patience)

abudinges:

lam yabqa fi qaws sabri minza’: my patience is at an end (lit.: there is no arrow left for the bow of my patience)