I Feel Like Getting Your Heart Broken Could Be An Interesting Experience But I Have Never Even Liked
i feel like getting your heart broken could be an interesting experience but i have never even liked anyone so i really don't know what it feels like aside from reading tragic books and listening to heartbreaking songs
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"Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."
I've grown kinda resentful of the trope " love can't fix everything" not because it's untrue; to its core, it's not. It just feels...Redundant? Because we KNOW that; We know people need realism and acceptance of bad things in order to deal with said bad things, but love has never been about hiding from consequence or effort. Love, in it's truest, rawest form, is MOTIVATION. It's love that keeps us standing and love that pushes forward. Love that breaks and rebuilds. Love that keeps us surviving.
Love has never been about fixing; Love is healing.
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
if I ever make a mistake in English thatβs because Iβm a mysterious sexy foreigner btw and not because Iβve been turning the sentence over in my mind for so long that Iβve become completely unable to tell how it sounds
Find what you love and let it kill you.
- Charles Bukowski
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tbh the real advice Iβd give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant youβre done. go somewhere youβve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as youβd like.
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sapphoβs poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
