Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.
—Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince (via si-tu-savais)
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Writings for Winter: Soulmates
Twenty years from now you are going to look back at this and wonder how it was possible to be so lonely, so withdrawn into yourself like the shriveled husk a dead beetle leaves behind when its soul departs. You’ll wonder how you never noticed, or, for that matter, cared about the things that were…
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when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
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