“I carve wooden animals in Aichi Prefecture, Japan. Because I try not to make the same thing twice, every animal make is unique. Just as every person is different, every animal I make is also different.”
Ghibli films look the way it feels to exist in this world, like not how the world actually looks, but how it feels- and in all the good ways
the warm buttered toast of early mornings, the sheated heavy rain of grey days, the huge welling tears of grief and the electric anger that raises your whole head of hair
like, it’s not real, but it’s really Real, you feel me?
I said this before but people are really getting the wrong message about koalas. When we who like animal science say that koalas are wretched and horrible we mean that they are fascinating and wonderful. It is brilliant that a mammal evolved into this idiot teddy bear that eats poison all day and screams and falls asleep. Can’t we talk about an animal being wretched and degenerate without everyone saying “so they’re useless and can all die, then?” That’s not the point. An animal doesn’t need to be smart, or nice, or even in any way pleasant to be in the presence of to be amazing and special and worthy of existence. Who would ever want the planet to stop having hairy tree goblins that just hang off a tree branch spewing diarrhea while a laughable pea brain rolls around behind their asshole baby face.
What is not to love about a thing so soft and so small yet so terribly terribly vulgar
creatures like the koala and the ocean sunfish are scientifically important because they help us understand just how badly a living organism can function and still survive
