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

Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes, but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties.

In a perfect world, you and I probably wouldn't exist, so let's not hope for one.

Let me think about the people I care about.

Let me extend that generosity to myself.

Let me think about the people I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them. I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them - Then let me extend that generosity to myself.

Just a reminder, what other people think of you is none of your business.