utterly UTTERLY fascinated by Nathalie in the london special (and I say this as someone who wasn’t all that compelled by her before)
I’ve changed, she says - and proves it. When both the miraculouses she’s been looking for are right in front of her, she doesn’t take them. Doesn’t even try to. As though it doesn’t occur to her.
I’m not a mother, she says - but when she sees a child in pain, her first instinct is to hug them.
I’ll go to jail, she says - once again, arguably, taking the easy way out. That way, she doesn’t have to keep looking in Adrien’s eyes every day. She can feel her own guilt in peace, with no one else’s to mingle in with it.
Adrien will be okay because he has you, she says - to a child with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Nathalie doesn’t even try to lessen that burden; instead, she makes it all the more heavier.
I’m here to kill Gabriel, she says - and then what?
Miyazawa Kenji, ”Be not Defeated by the Rain”
Background to Ame ni mo makezu
After Miyazawa Kenji’s death, a single, black notebook was found in a pocket in the lid of his favourite trunk. This is the famous “Ame ni mo makezu” notebook. The poem is written in midst of his repetitious copying of “namu myoho renge kyo”(*)which shows his earnest nature and his reflections on letting go of the desire for pleasure. At that time this poem was written, November 3rd, Showa 6, Kenji was lying sick in bed but his handwriting is not what one would expect from a sick person; it is big, bold, and there are nine pages written on both the back and front. When this “Ame ni mo makezu” was written, we can assume that Kenji probably had a hunch that he was going to die. With such thoughts lingering in his mind, his earnest wish in the last line - “the person I strive to become” - can only strike at our hearts with a deep resonance. In his later years, he formed the “Rasu Farmers’ Association” in order to live in closer harmony with the agriculturists he so admired.
Source: The Miyazawa Kenji Memorial Society Foundation
Loved the way they transitioned to the new animation at the end.
The Prodigal Son by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes
-Portrait of the postman Joseph Roulin-
‘The data speaks for itself’ is the biggest lie in academia. The data mumbles, and you must be its translator.
Decorated pages from the Beinecke Rare Book Library at Yale University
pope francis definitely survived bc of that dripped out catholic italian lady with rosaries on her nails
Centaur Watching Fish by Arnold Böcklin (1878).
I love love love Böcklin’s mythical pieces, they have this sense of realism, and often even sensitivity.
Medieval Scooby
And then he tumbled to the floor....hehe
Yeah, so fast sketch