First Time Making LGBTQ+ Lock Screens :)

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris

Before the computing era, ILM was the master of oil matte painting, making audiences believe that some of the sets in the original Star Wars and Indiana Jones trilogy were real when they weren’t. They were the work of geniuses like Chris Evans, Michael Pangrazio, Frank Ordaz, Harrison Ellenshaw and Ralph McQuarrie ! Forever thank you, to their handmade art and the work of their colleagues, that made us dream of impossible worlds and fantastic places across Earth and the Universe.

There are more background paintings on this article, featuring comments by the masters/artists themselves ! 

Some of the following pieces were made by other artists 2:

#clouds #sky

Soooooo....is someone going to write fanfiction about Ellie returning to Squahamish to reunite with Aster to fulfill every viewer's fantasy orrr....?

NADEREH ABDELAHYEVA in The Silence (dir. Mohsen Makhmalbaf, 1998, Iran, Tajikistan, France)

“Makhmalbaf has said that this scene was inspired by a poem of Forugh Farrokhzad (the popular female poet who died in 1967). Eric Egan has located this poem in which there is a movement from ‘the girl who coloured her cheeks with geranium petals’ to ‘a lonely woman.’ However, it seems that Makhmalbaf remains with the young girl who decorates herself, and who is still in the garden, enjoying paradise. She is not yet ‘a lonely woman’, rather she is enjoying the moment and celebrating life…” [Lloyd Ridgeon, “Listening for an ‘Authentic’ Iran: Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s The Silence/Sokut]

Today's dark cloud is why do we compare ourselves to others when all it does is make us feel like we are nothing but that's not true we are capable of doing so much in our own way but knowing that doesn't help sometimes ... These insecurities eat us alive day by day ,we are stuck on thoughts of what others do? how do they do it ? Rather than what should we do and how should we do it . All these thoughts are about them and they, when it should be about ourselves and should learn from people's achievements, inspire ourselves through their work and not hate them for their success.

Finally I did it! From head to this journal !

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

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