glow in the dark stars

Kindness begins with understanding we all struggle.

when anne boleyn died she was mostly likely in her mid-thrities, and perhaps looked older given the years of stress she lived as queen, she may have had a few greys hair and fine lines on her face

Hope; it’s a word that attempts to fill you with optimism, but simultaneously leaves you deprived of it. Your heart doesn’t know if it should have hope or abandon it. So you linger in-between. You wait. You find that neutrality is a terribly comfortable place to be and you wish hope was an inherent choice and not something you have to consciously choose to do.

I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

Diana: [pulls back curtain while Steve is showering]