In anything we do, any endeavor, it's not what you do; it's why you do it
My heart is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet And I have the audacity to think I matter I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels. She didn’t give me butterflies. She gave me pterodactyls I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks, which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs
You might think that you're ruined. You might think you're defeated. If you love what you're doing you've already succeeded.
Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished.
I can't tell if I'm a good person or I'm faking really well
Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.
Haters can't see me, but them b-tches still looking for me.
Ill-gotten gains work evil.
Growing up in Oklahoma, there wasn't much to do. Play sports, do a lot of drugs, or read and watch movies, which is what I did.