I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via earthwards)
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I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel.
Life is art. Unknown (via an-artful-life)
Life is art. Unknown (via an-artful-life)
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I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via persephoscene)
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