I have an issue with the constitution of marriage. I have an issue with the “forever” part of it.
When you’ve had a lifetime of being broke, and being broke becomes your context, making money is actually hard.
So, love somebody until you love them. Do a job until you don’t love it. Quit shit. Start shit. Walk away. Go find what gives you relentless joy, and if that thing changes — go find what else does.
Inspiring, successful friends, mentors, lovers and people in your life are valuable because they draw out and show you were the itch is — but nothing will be as satisfying as you doing your thing, ever.
To the media and advertising and people who are still living thinking men need to live up to the masochistic versions that we have all but retired, I hope you wake up.
Women lust so hard for the fairy tale they are willing for the knight to be anyone who looks long enough in their direction.
I used to believe that artists have to starve.
I think many of us have been so afraid to be self oriented and be called selfish for most of our lives that we have made a habit for living for our world and other people, and self sacrificed our real dreams.
I’m sick of hearing people say, “Not everyone can” and shorting themselves the experience of being successful at what they love. I am tired of the excuses we make to stay locked into things we have outgrown or never wished to be in in the first place. This isn’t a dress rehearsal for life.
I drink the ocean for breakfast and kiss the red dirt for dessert. I do not keep my freedom in a cage.