Aren't memories just dreams we have when we're awake?

Let me extend that generosity to myself.

Words are the instruments you play to the song of your ideas, you're just playing covers.

There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. They're sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark.

Life isn't just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.

Aren't memories just dreams we have when we're awake?

Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance. They're just healthy little fires that are gonna warm up my ass