And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it’s this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.
Robin Williams as Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo (via haleymbryant)

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Enchanting Nogawa Cherry Blossoms Illuminated at Night 

Standing amidst a crowd of awestruck onlookers, Tokyo-based photographer Martin Bailey captures the silhouetted scene of the Nogawa Cherry Blossom light-up, a yearly event that draws some 100,000 people to the freshly blooming flowers.

As families and groups of friends gather on the footbridges, guards and officers step in to prevent mayhem on this festive occasion. Light ups and parties celebrating the cherry blossoms are common during springtime in and around Tokyo, providing food, drink, and entertainment to guests.

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Tell me the best fantasy lands aren’t deep, deep conversations. The one you had when everyone else was asleep at a slumber party when you were nine years old on the basement floor covered by a green outdoor rug next to her brother’s barbell stand. Or the one you had on the bus with that boy when you were fourteen who said girls didn’t go out with him because he had a paunch and didn’t play football. And you admitted a few things about yourself that didn’t sound good. Or the one that kept you in the dining hall so you missed all your afternoon classes in college. Or the one that led you to elope. Or the one last week when you talked about how you felt about failing and failing again until one of the children came running in because you’d forgotten dinner. Tell me, aren’t the best fantasies where you have those conversations you don’t want to leave, like an island, ancient volcano, surrounded by jeweled waters, warm in the sunlight, icy in the shadow of its caves—a place you remember best for being rare, for being far in the middle of the sea, uninhabitable, or unbearably too inhabitable, left before we ruined it.