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“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

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(by Nathaniel Wise)

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“We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.”

— Veronica Roth (via quotemadness)

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@leeuropa

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"He dreamt of his kerchief, long and winding into yard after yard of fabric. It became a billowing dress in the desert made from the interminable drape of it, a volume of hoops and skirts and ruffles that could swallow the world." 

 Lessons in Idle Ecstasies ch 4 - Scrophulariaceae by @brightmouth

I cannot believe that the first half of this project is done! Now onto the second part with a little more characters and quite a bit less landscapes (and a bit of unfinished extra that didn't mean the cut in the end under the read more). It is such a beautiful scene that takes my breath away every time in a few sentences, so I really cannot help showing my love somehow!

I really loved the colour palette and perspective on this one, but I ultimately decided that it wouldn't serve much of an actual storytelling (depicting) purpose as the 3rd panel, and the new 6th panel would tie in much better with how the scene/dream sequence goes on. I still wanted to show off that blue shadow tho. I have very strong feelings about that one.

#now ✨ this ✨ is a work of art #i am enraptured with that kerchief and all the tones and colors AND the backgroundsss #also i bingeread this fic in a day and it's been like a religious experience <3 #art rec #fic rec

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golden hour in september - michael dudash / kim english / leon wyczółkowski / olga kvasha 

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“We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.”

— Jack Kerouac, correspondence to Allen Ginsberg, August, 1945, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters (Viking, 2010)

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marwa by amalia d’onofrio

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Normal People, Jane Austen, and the Romance of Walking Around by @snoopysfriendwoodstock

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home by the sea.. .

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#inspo #gorgeous 💞 #txt*

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“And at certain moments time is obliterated in the presence of somebody you love; there seems to be a transcendence of time in love. Or I believe that there is. I carry a lot of people with me that aren’t here anymore. And so love transcends time. The normal markers of the day, the month, the year, as you get older those very fearsome markers… in the presence of love - they lose some of their power. But it also deals with the deterioration of your physical body. It drifts away, it’s just a part of your life. But beauty remains. It’s about two people and you visit that place in each other’s face. Not just the past and today, but you visit the tomorrows in that person’s face now. And everybody knows what that holds.”

— Bruce Springsteen explains the line “I don’t see the summer as it wanes, just the subtle change of light upon your face.” in his song Kingdom of Days. (via bruspringsteen)

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“You know, I’ve thought about you every single day,” he confided. He didn’t acknowledge the kid’s powers brushing up against him, but Grogu knew that he was aware of it, always had been, even a million light years away. “Every day.  I mean it.” Din folded his fingers over Grogu’s, and the latter made a content gurgle. Grogu had thought of him too, and dreamt about him every night before bedtime, but he didn’t know how to tell him. Words were still slow-going, sentences especially. He had to trust that his father knew of his same yearning. “Everywhere I went too. I saw you in the pram every time I went back to Nevarro,” Din rambled quietly. “I saw you chasing frogs when I went back to Sorgan once.” That had been an excruciating trip, but a necessary one to gain trade allies, and he hadn’t been able to linger long thinking of the life he—they—could have had. “One time I bought those blue cookies that you liked, and I came back and ate them all by myself on the ship. And I just…”

At this point, Din didn’t know what he was saying, or why he was saying it. But he felt like if he stopped talking, he would have to face the uncertain outcome that tomorrow would bring even sooner. He didn’t want to. No, he didn’t want to. Except he wasn’t willing to let it ruin their spare moments. Clearing his parched throat, he finished, “I just always wished you were there with me.”

Hundreds of worlds and thousands of parsecs, and traveling was an empty chore, because he was walking forward and only getting further from where he wanted to be. His boots had left their mark on planets spread thin throughout the Mid and Outer Rims, and it didn’t matter where he had been, because there weren’t mini tri-toed tracks next to his. Hyperspace was an incredible light show of passing cosmos, and it didn’t matter what he had seen, because Grogu wasn’t there to see it too. The kid wanted nothing more than to share the same experiences with him again. They were a pair, a clan. This was the only home he ever knew.

Doodles of a scene from Mando’ad Draar Digu by theunacknowledged (x)

#art rec #fic rec #😭❤️

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LOS ANGELES in NIGHT ON EARTH dir. Jim Jarmusch 

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Paris (by Isabelle Bertolini)

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