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C3PO, Star Wars, 1977

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The inner law of the beloved person appeared more and more clearly in his picture: the noble head shaped by the mind; the beautiful controlled mouth, tightened and ennobled by the service to the mind; the slightly sad eyes; the haggard shoulders animated with the fight for spirituality; the long neck; the delicate, distinguished hands. Not since his departure from the cloister had he seen his friend so clearly, possessed his image so completely within him.

Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse

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“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles. But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet. This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”

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ill never and i mean NEVER get over the lilac as a metaphor for the watch. one of the first things vimes does in night watch is smell lilacs and remember. lilac went together with the song of the fallen. once a lilac tree is planned it will give rise to hundreds of other lilacs. a hundred members in the watch where there were only three a few years back. the good old days fading like lilac. the hold of the watch over the city growing weaker and weaker with each year after the revolution. remember the smell of lilac? you thought about those who died. lilac was common in the city. it was vigorous and hard to kill and had to be. there was nothing he could do about the big stuff. lilac was going to bloom.

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Rosalind and Celia — 1845 oil on canvas, 76.2 x 63.5 cm Daniel Maclise

In William Shakespeare's As You Like It, Rosalind and Celia flee from the court of Celia's father, Duke Frederick. They pool their funds and set up a home together in the forest. To avoid being recognised, Rosalind dresses as a man and calls herself Ganymede, while Celia disguises herself as a shepherdess and calls herself Aliena. (x)

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Deborah Butterfield

Red

Found Steel

1992

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fucked up pathetic creature & more animals from the KCD 2 town maps

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Evgeny Gorokhovsky (Ukrainian, b. 1951)

Chernobyl. Radiation I, 1986

Oil on canvas, 97 x 120 cm.

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Hayao Miyazaki going through writer’s block is so damn relatable:

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by Brooke DiDonato

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Fritz Kühn

Detailstudie Weinbergschnecke (um 1930)

Abzug 1943

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How I animated Nobody’s Wolf Child’s “Selkie” music video

Full process

Music video

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"Быццё вызначае свядомасць" Карл Маркс. Вядома, фраза выдрана з кантэксту, але карыстаючыся смерцю аўтара, разумею яе па-свойму.

Марціні салодкі, але настойваецца на горкім палыне.

Я ўяўляю сваё мінулае, як кавалак вельмі гужаватага сырога мяса з крывавай падліўкай, ад якога я адразаю нажом вельмі маленькія дзелькі і доўга, стомна доўга перажоўваю іх. Але кавалак не змяншаецца, з кожным свежым "учора" на яго нарастае ўсё новы і новы пласт. І зноў, і зноў, і зноў.

Кажуць, цвёрдая ежа мацуе сківіцы... Што ж, моцныя сківіцы і зубы мне дакладна спатрэбяцца.

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"Being determines consciousness" by Karl Marx. Of course, the phrase is taken out of context, but taking advantage of the author's death, I understand it in my own way.

The martini is sweet, but infused with bitter wormwood

I imagine my past as a piece of very stringy raw meat with bloody gravy, from which I cut off very small slices with a knife and chew them for a long, tedious time. But the piece does not decrease, with each fresh "yesterday" a new and new layer grows on it. And again, and again, and again.

They say solid food strengthens the jaw... Well, I'm definitely going to need strong jaws and teeth.

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Хата...

Што вы адчуваеце, калі чуеце гэта слова? Цяпло? Утульнасць? Можа, бяспеку і абарону? Што вы сабе ўяўляеце? Кватэру ці прыватны будынак? Родных ці каханых гадаванцаў?

Чаго вы чакаеце калі прачынаецеся ці стаіце перад уваходнымі дзвярамі? Ці рады вы гэтаму моманту? Ці жадаеце вы ўбачыць яго працяг?

Ваша хата дапамагае вам адпачыць?

Вы пачуваецеся жывым у гэтай хаце?

Вы адчуваеце ў ім каханне ці любоў?

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Home...

How do you feel when you hear that word? Is it warm? Comfort? Maybe security and protection? What do you imagine? An apartment or a private house? Family or beloved pets?

What do you expect when you wake up or stand in front of the front door? Are you happy about this moment? Would you like to see its continuation?

Does your house help you relax?

Do you feel alive in this house?

Do you feel love in him?