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    Freckles the Dog Slowly Recovering from Abuse, Starvation

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  • nprfreshair:

    Vimeo:

    The short film “The Me Bird” is a free interpretation of the homonym poem by Pablo Neruda. The inspiration in the strata stencil technique helps conceptualize the repetition of layers as the past of our movements and actions. The frames depicted as jail and the past as a burden serve as the background for the story of a ballerina on a journey towards freedom. A diversified artistic experimentation recreates the tempest that connects bird and dancer.

    Pablo Neruda

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  • Panda the Toothless Street Dog Can’t Believe His New Fortune

    Panda the Toothless Street Dog Can’t Believe His New Fortune

    Source: care2.com
    • 3 months ago
  • Let’s all rescue a Billy :)
    RIP Billy :’(

    • 3 months ago
  • tasyavanree:

Three wishes

Wish hard

    tasyavanree:

    Three wishes

    Wish hard

    Source: tasyavanree
    • 3 months ago
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  • “

    Epitaph

    When I die
    Give what’s left of me away
    To children
    And old men that wait to die.
    And if you need to cry,
    Cry for your brother
    Walking the street beside you.
    And when you need me,
    Put your arms
    Around anyone
    And give them
    What you need to give to me.

    I want to leave you something,
    Something better
    Than words
    Or sounds.

    Look for me
    In the people I’ve known
    Or loved,
    And if you cannot give me away,
    At least let me live on your eyes
    And not on your mind.

    You can love me most
    By letting
    Hands touch hands,
    By letting
    Bodies touch bodies,
    And by letting go
    Of children
    That need to be free.

    Love doesn’t die,
    People do.
    So, when all that’s left of me
    Is love,
    Give me away.

    - Merritt Malloy

    ”
    —
    Noticing this morning’s reblog from Humans of New York, our producer Phyllis Myers was reminded of this poem, which is a favorite of hers, and it’s so lovely I wanted to pass it along to the rest of you.
    (via nprfreshair)
    Source: nprfreshair
    • 3 months ago
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