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Environmentober 2021 (1-10) by Andrey Maximov

The wildfires in Greece/Turkey. Flash floods in China and Europe. Asphalt-melting heat domes in Canada. Polar vortexes. This is what 1.1/1.2 degrees of warming looks like. We would need a massive structural change to all major world economies to avoid 1.5 degrees of warming. And if we overshoot that, we risk disintegrating ice sheets, the melting of permafrost (releasing more greenhouse gases into the atmosphere), and the Amazon becoming savannah. Those are the stakes. Every businessperson or politician who says we can wait, who sets 2040 targets, doesn’t get it.

megumi fushiguro and his talented pups

Someone once told me to always live for 5 am sunrises and 5 pm sunsets, where you'll see colors in the sky that usually doesn't belong.

Live for the road trips and bike rides, with music in ears and wind in hair.

Live for the days when you're surrounded by your favourite people who make you realise that world is not a cold harsh place.

Live for the little things.

- A good old friend of mine.

all i do is cry, read books, listen to music, and stare at the moon

People that are like “climate change is worsening and all of humanity is going to deserve it” should realize how kind of evil and insane of a thing that is to say Like, no actually, the masses of people in the world that are impoverished, homeless, poor and working paycheck to paycheck to survive, plus the masses of indigenous folks, POC, queer and religious minorities trying to survive the trauma of generations of industrialization & colonization DON’T deserve to go extinct over the actions of a few dozen oil executives and an economic system we have no control over, especially when we’re doing all that we can for a safer healthier planet wtf

The lives of 7 billion humans do not deserve extinction over the actions of very few oil companies destroying the planet, don’t say shit like that.

megumi + nobara moments

“i know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it”

when mitski said ‘and I was so young when I behaved 25, but now I find I’ve grown into a tall child’, and when marina said ‘I can’t open up and cry ‘cause I’ve been silent all my life’ and when anne carson said ‘to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked. in the grip of pleasure or pain doesn’t matter’ and when when lorde ‘what about the kid? it’s time the kid got free’ and hozier said ‘i need to be youthfully felt ‘cause God, I never felt young’ and adele said ‘everybody tells me it’s ‘bout time I moved on, and I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young’ and when benjamin alira saenz said ‘I’d been born knowing to hide what I felt’ and then later ‘summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. summer was a book of hope’ and then also ‘she summer sun was not meant for boys like me. boys like me belonged to the rain.’ anyway 

I’m legitimately sad about Miura’s passing. I’m sad that he died- while not exactly a young man, he was not yet old either. I’m sad that he died before getting to finish his life’s work. I’m sad that he didn’t get to finish telling his story; not simply because we wanted to read it, but because he put so much of himself into it. Doubly so because Berserk was a story with so much to say; often misunderstood for its early era; over its lifespan Berserk was an emotionally nuanced and heartfelt story of stubborn light and irrepressible goodness in a world of overwhelming darkness; recovery and love and finding oneself despite it all.

His work was an inspiration to so many others; you can hardly point a finger at a popular fantasy setting in many, many years that hasn’t taken at least some inspiration, big or small, from the vivid and incredibly detailed world that he painted with his words and his art.

Certainly, even if his own work remains unfinished, his legacy will still be remembered for countless years and decades as a triumph of its genre, and a true effort of passion by a man wholly dedicated to both his work and his play, and sharing that passion with others through it.

A legend among manga, and all kinds of fantasy truly.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Chapter 44, Page 12

So we have confirmation that he considers Yuji as important as his sister as far as flashbacks and important battles. Fucking yes. I love you Megumi.

first day of spring 🌷🌿

i miss them 🥺❤️

this adorable fanart was done by @/comichi_hana on twitter !!

Literally what happened in Episode 23

tiny fandom communities 🤝 being friendly neighbors with each other

Some of the background for vinland saga’s anime

I- I need to lay down

Whatever. *disappears into the fog on my ship never to be heard of again except in legend*

when a woman designs an outfit for women VS when men are allowed to do it

Look, it kills me, it absolutely slays me, that The Lord of the Rings isn’t a chosen one story when it comes to the One Ring. Yes, the ring was passed to Frodo, at first by the ring’s own choosing, but then came to him from the choice of hobbits. Bilbo wasn’t supposed to find the ring, wasn’t supposed to take it out of those mountains. And it was as if fate and magic had forgotten about the hobbits and underestimated them. And Frodo, that lad, that beautiful, strong lad takes the ring to Mordor! Not even because he’s a “chosen one” or has to. HE. DECIDES. TO. A tiny hobbit who had never known true adventure fought for the good in his heart. He chose to save Middle Earth. HE. CHOSE. THAT. Frodo’s story is all about choosing to be good, in the small things, the big things. It’s about showing everyone’s importance in this world. It’s about choosing to be better than those who would crush you, to fight against them, to fight for the good in the world. It’s about choosing that.

“you either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain” do I look like I wanna die a hero? That’s boring, my goal is to become a villain who’s name is known by all

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she turned back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned against towards that same plane.”

image 6: screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around (Hey, yeah) / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”

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Its just me, my books, my pressed flowers and my plant babies against the world✨🌿🍓🍄🌤📖🍂🌻

Nothing to see here, just me over romanticizing everything in order to be happy

Come in from a run in the November morning, raise the blinds, let the sun soak the carpet and the dog curls in the warmth to rest. Decide on chocolate chip pancakes, and though it’s only just for you and though you can never get the consistency just right, it’s always the thought that counts. Hum, batter dripping from the whisk. You’ve been listening to jazz so much more, admiring the way the piano pours like molasses. Across the room, the heater kicks on. A handful of chocolate chips that never make it to the bowl. Your thick socks on the cool kitchen tile. A smile flirts with the corners of your mouth. This. This is how you learn to make the mornings yours.

let's go to the old bookstore, sit in a corner on the soft carpet and talk about our favorite books, forgetting that time exists.

feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.

You ever just... think about your future little farm away from the city where you grow all kinds of veggies and fruit and flowers. With your horses, ducks, cows, and dogs. Running around with a girl you love, giggling as you fall into a field of wild flowers held by each other’s arms.