“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
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““That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.””
— ― John Green, Paper Towns (via tintedblu)
I can’t understand you [Boris]. Stop writing poetry? And then what? Jump off the bridge into the Moscow River? With poetry, dear friend, as with love: no separation until it drops you.,
Marina Tsvetayeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak (1925), as quoted in Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke (via soracities)
You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.
George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah (via observando)
