ponyo (2009)
anyone who thinks that i won’t fill my house with books, houseplants and busts of ancient poets is gravely mistaken
“She, moonlike,”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, from “Mechanophilus,” written c. October 1833
Mononoke, the wild girl whose soul the wolves stole.
Forgive me, Majesty. I’m a vulgar man. But I assure you, my music is not.
Amadeus (1984) dir Miloš Forman
I don’t think anyone has done this yet.
One of the most challenging things I’ve had to learn is that healing must be intentional. There is no one golden day that comes and saves you from all your misery. Healing is a practice. You have to decide that it’s what you want to do and actively do it. You have to make a habit out of it. Once I learned that, I only looked back to see how far I came.
neon gravestones try to call for my bones