The Word Lover Is So Infinitely Soft. So Universal. So Timeless. Two Girls With Awkward, Hungry Hands.

12 museums that you can visit online

www.hermitagemuseum.org

britishmuseum.org

www.louvre.fr

www.museodelprado.es

collections.vam.ac.uk

www.moma.org

www.khm.at

www.digitalsculpture.org

www.tnm.jp

artsandculture.google.com

collections.lacma.org

collections.rom.on.ca

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It’s kinda beautiful how humans are drawn to tragedies. That for thousands of years people have gathered to hear the stories of humanity battling fate, the stars, the gods, itself. Fighting and failing with the idea that, despite the tragedy of it all, there is always something worth fighting for. That there is something to be learned in the debris. That sometimes humanity falls and other times it rises. Though never without a fight. And maybe the tragedy is simply that one must fight to live, and fighting rarely ends without scars. So we tell the stories of our scars to make others feel less alone in their own. That humanity can share in the collective experience of suffering. To let each other know that our stories have worth no matter the outcome. They deserve to be told. There’s tragedy in everything. That doesn’t mean you stop fighting. Stop living. Stop loving. And that hope has transcended time. Which is a tragedy in itself.

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

if I ever make a mistake in English that’s because I’m a mysterious sexy foreigner btw and not because I’ve been turning the sentence over in my mind for so long that I’ve become completely unable to tell how it sounds

Animated butterflies by Eleanor Lutz ♡

when hozier said “and the nights were as dark as my baby half as beautiful too” and no grave can hold my body down i’ll crawl home to her” and “every word i’ve got is foreign to me” and “when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life” and “i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door” and “love with every stranger the stranger the better” and “don’t be kind to me honey don’t feed me i will come back” and “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave” and we let him get away with it?

it's been more than a year for me but the outcome is still the same

it has been 72 hours since i watched dead poets society for the first time and still the only thing in my head is neil perry neil perry neil perry neil perry neil pe

One to use for breathing today.