Yumedori Antique Kimono 夢鳥アンティーク着物Antique kimono アンティーク着物 - Ogiko 扇鼓 - 2014
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Yumedori Antique Kimono 夢鳥アンティーク着物Antique kimono アンティーク着物 - Ogiko 扇鼓 - 2014
Source : beppin-hakama
my host mom in Japan referred to her Roomba as “Roomba-san” and when it would get stuck she would just look over it and softly say “ganbatte, Roomba-san…ganbatte” as it made distressed beeping noises at her
“Ganbatte: Cheer up, Be courageous, Do your best”
“I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”
— Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
The more I think about it, the more the central story of The Haunting of Hill House is about love…not ghosts.
Love, in all its many varied and different forms, no matter the type: love of parent for a child, a sibling for a sibling, a spouse for a spouse—real, selfless, sacrificial love.
The real horror that the show taps into is losing those we love: parents, siblings, spouses, children.
Yet, the show takes pains to highlight how there can still be hope. There can be solace. Nell’s line is the purest form of this:
“There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow….”
yall out here still pretending anime characters are hot? tch…
just saw kakashi sorry for lying guys
If all palaces are temporary palaces, then all prisons are temporary prisons. Everything good fades, but that also means everything bad fades.
Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn’t waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.