“After all, those who truly love, never stop loving.”— Daniel C. L. (via convertions)
(Source: convertions)
We keep smiling and laughing. Acting like everything is okay. But all we really want to do is break down, crying, screaming, everything to let all the pain out.
Galėčiau būti profesionali serialų žiūrėtoja, profesionali savo gyvenimo gadintoja, profesionali vienišė, profesionali žiūrėtoja į sieną ir profesionali verksnė.
Van Gogh: art hoe, unappreciated, depressed and lonely
Picasso: mhmm. you’re pretty weird and inventive
Leanardo Da Vinci: gay genius, ultimate prankster
Matisse: you love anything cultural and appreciate the value and beauty of almost everything
Edvard Munch: you are depressed, nihilistic and very lonely
Salvador Dali: what is wrong with you? seriously what are you ever talking about
Monet: you have an eye for beauty and wish you could live in a field of flowers
Renoir: you love the women, the children, the bread
Andy Warhol: hello you are pretentious and gay
Rembrant: you are serious, detailed, and classical.
Keith Haring: you’ve got a hard on for the 80s and you are into activism
Bouguereau: dude we get it you love the female body and you love mythology
Edward Hopper: america? america. also you are realistic, serious, observant and hard working
Klimt: you are goddamn beautiful and you love goddamn beautiful things
Egon Schiele: you are obsessed with the human body and need to get laid
Magritte: you are an existentialist and want to have tea in the clouds
Frida Kahlo: fuck imperialism and fuck america and fuck white people. also you’re the coolest motherfucker around