Thinking About All The Small Art Thats Ever Existed. Songs That Were Only Ever Sung In One Village. Stories

thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

—elegy for my sadness, chen chen

I ain't got no money I ain't like those other guys you hang around And it's kinda funny But they always seem to let you down

if you look up the word love in the dictionary you'll find a description of nick and charlie smiling at each other

i love this scene particularly, because it shows how comfortable dream actually feels around hob. the way he sits down and leans back, relaxed? most of the time he holds himself very strictly, he's so composed because of his position and the burden he has to carry. he can be more himself probably only in the dreaming yet he has to keep his feelings inside there because he's lord of dreams, so again - maintaining the position. and here? he looks like he breathed again. i haven't seen him like this through the entire show

Back on the bench

And again, and again…