Because, in the end, no one will ever give a shit who has kept shit ‘real’ except the two or three people, sitting in their apartments, bitter and self-devouring, who take it upon themselves to wonder about such things. The keeping real of shit matters to some people, but it does not matter to me. It’s fashion, and I don’t like fashion, because fashion does not matter.
What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips’s new album is ravishing and I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who’s up and who’s down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes.
“Sometimes you’ve got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything … whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you’ll find that when you’re free, your true creativity, your true self comes out.”—Tina Turner (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
For what is life if love only exists in thy thoughts? What is romance if it is all fiction? Nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing cloud of hurt But to meet my love in the flesh is to find my whole heart, my whole heart.
Love me or leave me baby but don’t lead me on With loving like yours believe me i’m better off I”m better off alone Well I was your gypsy Throwing diamonds at your feet Drifted round you like a satellite Gave you everything you need Everything you need And I know this world keeps on turning Keeps me yearning and yearning
Well someone trying to tell me where it’s at, And how I do this and why I do that, With secret smiles like a Chesire cat, And little wings like a vampire bat, I fly away to my cold water flat and eat my way to a bone of fat, And I say to the man with the funny hat, They say I’ll be good to lose my grip, My hold on reality is starting to slip, To tell me to got off with this trip, The say its like a sinking ship,
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it’s at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others.”—Audrey Hepburn (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)