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People who like rocks see cool rocks everywhere. People who like birds see interesting birds everywhere. The tree on your yard could be an exceptional specimen. The world around you could be amazing and magical, but you aren’t enough of a nerd to see it.

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by Amanda Jasnowski Pascual

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Photos from summertime

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The Life & Times Of Frida Kahlo (2005) dir. by Amy Stechler // Frida Kahlo from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera

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Katie McGrath (Merlin,bts 1x08 - credits in the tag)

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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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Savouring every minute of this beautiful January afternoon.

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“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”

Robert Frost

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“How soft is the blackness as it falls. It falls in silence and yet it is deafening, for no other sound except the blackness falling can be heard. The blackness falls like soot from a lamp with an untrimmed wick. The blackness is visible and yet it is invisible, for I see that I cannot see it. The blackness fills up a small room, a large field, an island, my own being. The blackness cannot bring me joy but often I am made glad in it. The blackness cannot be separated from me but often I can stand outside it. The blackness is not the air, though I breathe it. The blackness is not the earth, though I walk on it. The blackness is not water or food, though I drink and eat it. The blackness is not my blood, though it flows through my veins.”

— Jamaica Kincaid, “Blackness,” At the Bottom of the River (via sadladypoetssociety)

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starting to think about happiness as something that could be attained every day instead of something you chase for years and years until the conditions are absolutely perfect

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Everyone go home Greta wins

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Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)

[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]

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Trees in Bloom, 1872, Claude Monet