"You gotta consider her a living person, that’s it! You’re either living or you’re not. You ain’t little, you ain’t a girl, you ain’t a boy, you ain’t strong or smart, you’re alive."
Given the circumstances, I thought I’d undust this old baby. Goodbye, How i Met Your Mother, and thank you for everything!
I made a reel with my most recent/decent animated creations. The website isn’t up yet, but it shall be very soon!
This is a self portrait I made for my upcoming website :)
At that point, I couldn’t help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one of the lines down his cheek. He had sat in the washroom with her and taught her how to roll a cigarette. He gave bread to a dead man on Munich Street and told the girl to keep reading in the bomb shelter. Perhaps if he didn’t, she might not have ended up writing in the basement.
Papa—the accordionist—and Himmel Street.
One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home. Yes, that’s what Hans Hubermann was for Liesel Meminger.