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But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.

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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.
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I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul

Lindsey Wixson at Alexandre Vauthier Backstage

Lindsey Wixson at Alexandre Vauthier Backstage

I design clothes because I don’t want women to look all innocent and naïve. I want women to look stronger. I don’t like women to be taken advantage of. I don’t like men whistling at women in the street, I think they deserve more respect. I like men to keep their distance from women, I like men to be stunned by an entrance. I’ve seen a woman get nearly beaten to death by her husband. I know what misogyny is. 
I want people to be afraid of the women I dress.

— Lee McQueen (via tombov)

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