A sculpture at the Musée Rodin, Paris, France. I love the way Rodin sculpted hands.
(Source: outofthesprawl, via tomernie)
“When did your childhood end? How badly did you get hurt, when you did, when you were this little, when you were this wee little hurtable thing, nothing but big eyes, a heart, a few hundred words?
“Isn’t it wonderful how we never recover?”
- Will EnoPhoto by Audrey Korotich
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
Bram Stoker