For all of the difficulty that Guillermo del Toro has experienced in getting his projects off the ground, his imagination is famously restless and unquenchable. A gifted artist who’s as capable of bringing his visions to life with a pencil as he is with a camera, del Toro is known to first begin creating his film worlds in the pages of his sketchbooks (del Toro once left his “Pan’s Labyrinth” notes in the back seat of a cab, and the loss might have killed the movie if not for the kind efforts of the cab driver to return the book). While most of the notes and illustrations that fill del Toro’s sketchbooks may never be available to the public, many pages have made their way to the web, and many more can be found in various books and on the Criterion Collection DVDs of “Cronos” and “The Devil’s Backbone.” Here, we’ve collected the images that we could find, a modest collection that nevertheless provides a thrilling glimpse into the mind of an extraordinary storyteller.


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I love. Everything. About. This

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A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world.

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"She was home, among the…books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her."

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Lauren Bacall, c. 1940’s


Lauren Bacall, c. 1940’s

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If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler’s wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
— your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers…

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter’s wife, the lime burner’s daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner’s daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler’s wife. Smell me.


- Michael Ondaatje, "The Cinnamon Peeler" (via focloir)

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Shintaro Ohata combines sculpture and canvas in his art

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#the saddest audio post on tumblr

#the saddest audio post on earth


I’m not a Sherlock fan but, Sherlock fans follow me and out of respect for them, I will reblog this.

Right in the feels.

there are actual tears right now

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eleven used to be all bouncy and cute and adorable and now he’s becoming more and more broken and dark like nine and ten were towards their ends and that makes me nervous

take a minute to imagine how bizzarre this post sounds to other people


it just sounds like you’re really emotional about math imdone

i just really love math guys

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