Elizabeth George
é coisa demais pra lidar.
eu to cansada.
This!!!
by ハレ子
art republished with artist’s permission
“Just because you’re angry doesn’t mean you have the right to be cruel.”
— Unknown
only yesterday » 1991
THE BOY AND THE HERON (2023) | Teaser Trailer dir. Hayao Miyazaki (Studio Ghibli)
some of my pixel art studies of studio ghibli stills
rise and roots
rise (rise up, direct action, make the better world for life and love)
stop line 3 tar sands pipeline poisoning Anishinaabe land - https://www.stopline3.org/
ground up journalism, decentralized, non-commercial, independent of gov./corp. control - https://unicornriot.ninja/
mutual aid - https://www.mutualaidhub.org/
roots (inspiration, ideas, where your heart comes from, decolonize, heal)
princess mononoke: https://ghibli.fandom.com/wiki/Princess_Mononoke
ghiblicore: https://privatesideblogbackup.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/how-would-you-describe-the-studio-ghibli/
libraries: https://openlibrary.org/
decolonize: https://native-land.ca/
words: princess mononoke, lord of the rings, nausicaa, spirited away, kikis delivery service, ghiblicore, solarpunk, Fairy Tail, Iron Giant, Treasure Planet, pastel, rainbow, warm colors, earth tones, raspberries, watermelon, clementines, sweet potatoes, lemons, bananas, butternut squash, mint, basil, cilantro, honeydew, blackberries, blueberries, beets, purple yams, warm drinks, hot cocoa, hot buttered rum, warm soymilk, sunlight warming your skin, hermes, oreos, artemis, magic, divinity of love, friend idea of library-socialism, from each according to their ability to each according to their need, writing, art, heart and art, resting and relaxing, let your mind wander, tree leaves rustling in the wind, sunflowers, crocuses, daffodils, hawthorn, willow trees, wolves, dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs, dogsdogsdogs, april, MUSIC, songs that take you into their own world, songs that breathe your feelings into life of their own, songs that make you feel home, songs that bring you light when you feel trapped in a supermassive black hole, the smell of the changing seasons; spring after winter, fall after summer, painting watercolors, egg shapes, campfires and bonfires, running barefeet in summer, dewdrops on your feet, spraying friends with water, cackling maniacally, feeling carefree, garden snakes, cool breeze in summer, lying in the fields with your furry friend soaking in the sun and timeless shared sundrops, butterflies, butterflies in your stomach, asmr tingles when shown love, hugs that warm you to your soul, crying to your loved one and them holding you, dog friend kissing your face and your tears away, wagging his tail and making silly noises “oh! hoh!” and distracting you to play, playing with your mama’s hands as she’s talking and gesturing in her own conversation, wrestling with friends and family, playing tag and running faster than you ever have before, blisters on your hands from the monkey bars, losing an earring as you roll in the mud during keep-away football, biking with a coffee in each hand to your sick friend’s house in the rain, sleepovers, holding friends accidentally-protectively as they fall asleep on top of you, bringing friends small items so they don’t have to get up, joking with friends and building off each other’s silliness until you’re dying from laughter, reading books, fictional friends and families, growing up and letting spiders crawl across you and feeling okay, asking water for permission, stubbornly standing up for your heart, carrying your friends, letting your friends carry you, leaves changing colors, playing Guyies with stuffed animals, fist bumps, carrying heavy things for people, being seen for the skills your admire in yourself, beating your own record in something, finding patterns everywhere, looking at love languages with friends, taking quizzes together online, doing everything with your friends, singing with friends and family, vulnerably suggesting fun activities, singing with a big group of strangers and feeling a communal power and resilience and love like you’ve never felt before because it’s a new feeling of community and they’re no longer estranged strangers, letting yourself just be, everything is connected, good enough to try
Ghibli food




