Dorohedoro MUD AND SLUDGE + Dorohedoro Sketch Book
'Day Dream Hour' Artbooks 1-5 by Ryōko Kui (Dungeon Meshi)
Delicious in Dungeon Adventurer's Bible world guide
Witch Hat Atelier Special Edition Volume 02 + 06 Artbooks
Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou - Book of Paintings + Postcard Book
"BLAME! and so on" Artbook
The Art of Ponyo
The Art of The Wind Rises
The Art of Kiki's Delivery Service
The Art of Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Miyazaki Moebius exhibition catalog
The Art of Moebius
"Der Mond" Neon Genesis Evangelion Artbook
"EYES ONLY" SPY×FAMILY Official Fanbook
The Art of Fullmetal Alchemist 1 + 2
Elden Ring Art Book Volume 1 + 2
Dark Souls 1-3 Design Works
Bloodborne Official Artworks
SEKIRO - SHADOWS DIE TWICE Official Artworks
Grimoire Nier + NieR Art – Kazuma Koda Art Collection
The art of Alice Madness Returns
SCORN The art of the Game
The FLCL Archives
The Art of Metal Gear Solid I - IV - Gallery Works and Studio Works
Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse -The Art of the Movie
Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse The Art of the Movie
The Artwork of Berserk
Alphonse Mucha's "Figures Decoratives"
AKIRA Club
The art of Nimona
Here's a link to the entire collection, in case any of the individual links are broken.
This post will also be edited as more Artbooks are added, check this link for the up-to-date version.
A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.