“When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor. -Elon Musk”
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ESTJ: “No man is rich enough to buy back his past.”
ISTJ: “If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.”
ESFJ: “The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously–and have somebody find out.”
ISFJ: “There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.”
ENTJ: “There is no sin except stupidity.”
INTJ: “A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.”
ENFJ: “You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
INFJ: “Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
ESTP: “I can resist anything except temptation.”
ISTP: “One should always be a little improbable.”
ESFP: “Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.”
ISFP: “Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.”
ENTP: “I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.”
INTP: “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
ENFP: “Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
INFP: “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
Grave of the Fireflies (1988)
Director: Isao Takahata
Cinematographer: Nobuo Koyama
the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.
“It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.”
— J.K. Rowling
Wanderer, there is no way, you make the way as you go... Just a wanderer enjoying the rollercoaster.
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