Soul

I refuse to believe it. I refuse to believe the love we imagine doesn’t exist.

—erdenabmann
(via wnq-writers)

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A painting to me is primarily a verb, not a noun, an event first and only secondarily an image.

—Elaine de Kooning  (via wnq-art)

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I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

— Maya Angelou
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

—(via bl-ossomed)

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