Funny how in real life nobody cares. Not a single person.
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Funny how in real life nobody cares. Not a single person.
If I'm speaking the truth then I kinda want to die because it seems I'm easily forgotten and never enough.
We are what we are because we have been what we have been.
Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)
watch them consider the worm
Art museums are a lot more fun when you can admit your honest opinion of the works. I hated visiting them as a kid, ‘cause adults always expected me to be very serious about every exhibit and have complicated, nuanced opinions about What Art Is.
Visiting them with friends? Loads of fun. You can make dick jokes, laugh at ugly Renaissance babies, and focus on things that you genuinely like or find interesting.
Pro-tip: any adults that are snobby shits about art are probably not hands-on working with art. Curators, exhibition designers, museum educators, art history teachers, etc. also laugh at ugly renaissance babies. And then tell you why they’re all so ugly, and then laugh at how fucking ugly those damn babies are oh my god why does Jesus always look stoned.
idk what you’re talking about because I work at an Art Museum and one of my favorite things to do is take patrons around on my “baby Jesus doing things babies can’t do” tour and we always say that you’re not supposed to like everything because if you liked everything you wouldn’t have any taste.
As someone who works in an art museum and also studies art history? This is acturate.
Once my favorite teacher in the art department told me that when she goes to a museum with art friends she loves to play a game with them to see who can find the ugliest baby.
Renaissance babies are the worst. They are fooling no one with those eight packs and beards and shit.
renaissance adult babies are the best.
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
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Being in love is more than scary - It’s terrifying. You put your whole being into another; you give them your heart and your soul, only to be left wondering if they’ll do the same or rip you in their hands and toss you away.
altarix (via wordsnquotes)
say what you want about woobifying villains, but i think tragic backstories and redemption via love are staples for good reason. we want to believe that people are fundamentally good, just hardened by a harsh world. that suffering earns you a happy ending. because then it means something, then pain isn’t just senseless and futile.
people don’t ‘excuse’ the actions of villains because they just don’t take those actions seriously. i think it’s a kind of projection - we forgive them because we want to forgive ourselves, and we look for the good in them because we want to see that in the world, even in people who have wronged and hurt us. because earth is a goddamn terrifying place if other humans really are evil, if they’re really monsters.
and idk, i just think it’s kind of beautiful that we all want to believe that the scariest mass-murdering motherfucker alive can be brought down by something as pure and innocent as love. that love is the answer, not violence. i don’t think that’s cheap or ‘problematic’ or a bad influence. i think it’s human, and profoundly optimistic in a way that few people are brave enough to be.
trying to avoid old classmates in public like leonadro dicaprio avoiding the paps
Where ON EARTH did this man’s lips EVEN come from?!
I just need an answer.
What once was an inseparable pair is now struggling to make small talks.
delusionalduckling (via wordsnquotes)
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)
— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.
Clarice Lispector, The Hour Of The Star (via wordsnquotes)
I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
Margaret Atwood (via thequotejournals)
isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time
Why does this have to hurt so bad? I wish the past two days never happened.