When you write or paint or create, it's really your task to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea you have

The one thing you have that nobody else has, is you.

Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision.

So write and draw and create and play and live as only you can.
Masturbate your mind - cum the essence of you.

People fear violence less than their own feelings . . .

I value emotions deeply. Call me sensitive, call me weak, call me outdated, call me whatever you want, but tell me the truth; can you deny emotions give life to life? If emotions are an integral part of being human, why do so many people suppress feeling them? Does the bruising scare them? If so, then I wonder who is "weak"...

People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it's somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life - as if it's wrong to be an authentic human being in this world, the way we were created. I think that is one of the saddest things about people - so many of their most important thoughts and feelings often go unspoken, and barely understood.

I see it all the time, how people who are honest about their feelings are perceived as "weak" or "too much". To feel, and to feel deeply, is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate souls in this world. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings - to be honest, and to be real.

In my opinion, those who are at times described as being "too sensitive" are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. It is not the emapth who is broken, it is society that in many ways has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. Almost robotic. Never be ashamed to speak from your heart or to let your tears shine a light in this world.

Do not let the roles you play in life make you forget that you are human. We all are. We're all in the same boat, going through life as a symphony of notes of high and low. We need to open up to be more accepting of the full spectre of human emotions, and recognize that they all serve a purpose. And because I trust in the ever-changing climate of the heart, I think it's necessary to have some brutal ass-beating experiences from time to time for the sake of truly feeling something; for the sake of being challenged, for the sake of growing, to have something to offer others, and to learn what we are capable of.

Nobody can give you freedom. You take it

Her mind is deliciously improper.

It is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

She is free in her wildness. A wanderess. A leaf in the wind.

She belongs to no man, and to no destination. She knows nothing of borders, and invents her own rules and customs.

She lives to freely and fully express herself, in every dimension of her life.

'Time' for her isn't something to fight against.
Her life flows clean. With passion. Like fresh water.