Bertha, hidup di Indonesia, kecanduan dengan Lord of The Ring, Hobbit, Silmarillion,Children of Hurin, everything about Tolkien Fantasy dan Ghibli.... (fujoshilady)

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained — well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

asmalllibraryin-phoenix:

I’m going to be watching as many of these films as I can find. I’ll be updating this post regularly until I’ve hit them all. (Which I plan to do in mostly chronological order since I’m having trouble finding a few of them)

Next up: Castle in the Sky.

[ ] Castle in the Sky
[ ] Grave of the…

Loss of so many lives is a true tragedy. We grieve together with people who lost their loved ones #MH17

Loss of so many lives is a true tragedy. We grieve together with people who lost their loved ones

morning dew

morning dew

Elements of Spirited Away
the last journey of elves

the last journey of elves

“There is a saying that eyes are doors to our souls, which is true as your eyes are most expressive parts of your face. What makes iris so important is that it helps regulate the amount of light entering the eye. When there is bright light, the iris closes the pupil to let in less light. And when there is low light, the iris opens up the pupil to let in more light. Based on this i can say that iris is the only part of our vision of world that can make us see truth in the darkest corners(at the end of tunel) and lies when there is too much of bright and innovative excuses”
Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
—John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
—John Keats
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
Carl Sagan
beauty-belleza-beaute-schoenheit:

Love forest by WanderingAlice on Flickr.
Hakone-machi, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan

beauty-belleza-beaute-schoenheit:

Love forest by WanderingAlice on Flickr.

Hakone-machi, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan