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'Cause I'll be there.

I try to paint a picture of life all the time. Here are just paints, brushes and inspiration - it's getting harder for me to find.

Otherwise, beauty cannot be added to the world. Only with the included heart do you get those colors that make life more beautiful.

And the solemn silence of the November days is like a pause taken by nature before the onset of bright and festive December. And it seems that someone kind and wise allows us to stop and enjoy life itself, without rushing it to the usual tomorrow ...

Warm up, admire, rejoice. Everything is inside us, and nature gives such an invaluable respite to notice and remember it.

Coffee. The most delicate elixir of happiness... The world is beautiful when it is near...

There is no versatility in more than me. Everything that I have more than one. Alone, all colors are correct. There are no saints in the crowd. Crowds are right for those who look like a crowd. Lonely even in partnership exhausting. All rules are made up for being a crowd.

It is an inexpressible happiness to plunge into the new colors of autumn, to flip through the pages of treasured books and the pages of lived currents. To be among those who respond inside with waterfalls of vowel sounds, to be who you are. Fly under a stole of thick clouds reflecting the songs of copper foliage. Reset all words and ideas about the cold season, unzip the soul and let in a new light.

And nothing gives such respect as virtue does, respect not forced, respect not feigned and not covered by any mask of deceit, but true, sincere, and not changed by any difficult circumstances.

The less we think negatively, the more bright days are born.

Life is beautiful when you know exactly what you want from it, what kind of work, friends, pastime, what kind of personal relationships. We take paints and draw.

If hopeless love has seized your heart at 3 in the morning, especially knowing that it is there, if you can’t call because of pride, whether you like it or not, you will be left alone with yourself. At that moment you sting yourself like a scorpion. Or write her letters that you will never send, or pace the room, cursing and begging, getting drunk or pretending to kill yourself. After a while, you will get tired of all this, you will become bored. If you are a creative person, then you ask yourself: You can’t

So are emotions. There are no bad emotions. There are people who do not know how to work with them. So, you need to learn - that's all. But you can't learn to work with emotions while you're running away from "negativity."

Our life is not at all with black and white stripes ... it is bright ... Today it can be mustard-sunny, tomorrow - azure-romantic, and the day after tomorrow already lilac-thoughtful ... We are artists ... And the most wonderful colors, which can only be in our hands... And how we color our day depends solely on ourselves...