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Statue of neptune ♆ ,Melerana Beach ,Gran canaria by Juan M. Ortega

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Thinking about Terry Pratchett today.

Thinking about Terry Pratchett and how his words shaped my mind and soul in so many ways.

Isn't it wild and heartbreaking and beautiful how he left us this tearful goodbye within Shepherd's Crown? By mourning one of his characters, alongside the others, we get to mourn for him and share our grief when we can't do so with people around us. I share my grief today with Tiffany Aching and Nanny Ogg and Mustrum Ridcully and all the others, bemourning a beloved soul who shaped the very fabric of our world. Every year, for ten years now, I mourn for Terry Pratchett, Like, actual proper grief. I never felt this way about another human who I haven't actually met in person. But his writing lives in my heart and my brain and my bones and he will always be a part of who I am. GNU Terry Pratchett

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Trust me when I say that every Pratchett fan, myself included, teared up at the first tweet. In the Discworld, only Death speaks in all caps, and Sir Terry wrote Death like he was an old and beloved friend.

He knew it was time to go and said goodbye in a way that his fans would recognise and appreciate. That is an artist. The bad news for me is that there will be no more new Discword novels. The good news for you, if you have not started them, is that you have years of Pratchett’s to read.

Remember… The Colour of Magic is Octarine.

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Pink Roses (1890) by Vincent van Gogh

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Chapter 13, part 2, page 27 - Read the update here!

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teeth studies

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Okay okay I've got one I think will be fun!!

Spin this wheel of like 160ish fandoms of varying levels of popularity.

Extra points for telling me all about your thoughts in the tags :D

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I’m the birthday boy with the birthday hat!!!

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Postman and a cow

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I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames