If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
(Source: heyitsmedemi)
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
You used to be more cautious, calculated,
in touch and in breath.
I remember studying your handwriting from that note I stuck precariously above my bed.
Before I fell asleep, I’d wonder if there was any difference in your script when you wrote knowing that I’d see it (or that I’d keep it).
I remember our knees touching
was once a conscious thought
that required an
explanation of intent.
I still write poetry about you between breaths,
hiding prose between our bones
each coming night.
Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don’t be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don’t settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.
(Source: the-imperialist)
Dear left knee,
You are managing to make yourself quite the burden. I’m young, damnit. I shouldn’t have you as a limitation. I’m supposed to be doing a 5K tomorrow and you’re not even letting me do a job today. This is ridiculous. *You’re* ridiculous.
HIP FLEXORS, ARE YOU LISTENING?! THIS IS YOU TOO.
