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never let me go (2010)

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Anne Magill, 1962

“Never Let Me Go”

Andrew Garfield traversing the lanes from the cutest muffin to the Daddy ‘o hot to the most intellectual, philosophical and sweetest human being.

Movies : The Amazing Spider-Man, Social Network, Never let me go, Under the silver Lake and The Late Show with Stephen Colbert Interview

I watched “Never let me go” . This is a sketch of Kathy H. I think she’s adorable.Also follow me oI watched “Never let me go” . This is a sketch of Kathy H. I think she’s adorable.Also follow me o

I watched “Never let me go” . This is a sketch of Kathy H. I think she’s adorable.

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 This is Tommy and Kathy from the movie, “Never Let Me Go”. This was a drawing request f

This is Tommy and Kathy from the movie, “Never Let Me Go”. This was a drawing request for one of my patrons.


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“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that.

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

—  Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Throwback to the time I photographed Kazuo Ishiguro for Shinchosha publishers.


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Spring Scavenger Hunt

Thank you for the tag @therefugeofbooks,@maddiesbookshelves, and @theinquisitxor!

A book that starts with S: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

A book with a bird on the cover: The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

A book with an insect on the cover: I don’t own a book with an insect on the cover, so here’s a book with rabbits on the cover instead… Everyone in this Room Will Someday be Dead by Emily Austin

A book with flowers on the cover: Instructions for Dancing by Nicola Yoon

A book that takes place during spring: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Tagging anyone else who wants to do this! (If you do, tag me!)

IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE DROWNING | sad multifandom

“…But if there’s even a tiny glimmer of light then don’t you think that’s worth taking a chance?…”

▸ Torchwood, Doctor Who, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, WandaVision, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., The 100, 9-1-1, Never Let Me Go, Stranger Things, The Cry, Killing Eve, Перші ластівки, The Queens Gambit, Sherlock, The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, 13 Reasons Why, The Party’s Just Beginning, Teen Wolf, Broadchurch, Supernatural, The Hunger Games 

▸ Song: https://youtu.be/XnNllfFmwig

​ Thank you for watching !

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (2005)I found I was standing before acres of ploughed earth. There w

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (2005)

I found I was standing before acres of ploughed earth. There was a fence keeping me from stepping into the field, with two lines of barbed wire, and I could see how this fence and the cluster of three or four trees above me were the only things breaking the wind for miles. All along the fence, especially along the lower line of wire, all sorts of rubbish had caught and tangled. It was like the debris you get on a sea-shore: the wind must have carried some of it for miles and miles before finally coming up against these trees and these two lines of wire. Up in the branches of the trees, too, I could see, flapping about, torn plastic sheeting and bits of old carrier bags. That was the only time, as I stood there, looking at that strange rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty fields, that I started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was Norfolk after all, and it was only a couple of weeks since I’d lost him. I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, maybe even call. The fantasy never got beyond that—I didn’t let it—and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn’t sobbing or out of control. I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.


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