I'd rather work with someone who likes what I do than create something for the red carpet that won't make me happy.
It is illegal to steal my feelings and leave
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted A vision without action is merely a dream Action, it's the grind, it's the hustle, it's the persistence
I'm inspired by everything that goes on around me. I'm a sponge. I'm very analytical. I notice the things that most people don't notice.
My daily conversation, it consists of hustle. Grinding from the bottom sick and tired of struggle.
Whatever an individual chooses to do with themselves, long as it doesn't affect me and they're respectful with it, I don't care what they do. Because I'm not perfect and I have flaws, so who would I be to be judgmental?
I've had good times and I've had bad times and I reminisce, maybe when I lay down, but throughout my day I keep myself engulfed in whatever moment I'm in because it could steer me into a depressed state.
To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self- therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.
One of the most basic human instincts is the need to decorate. Nothing is exempt - the body, the objects one uses, from intimate to monumental, and all personal and ceremonial space. It is an instinct that responds. . . to some deep inner urge that has been variously described as the horror of a vacuum and the need to put one's imprint on at least one small segment of the world.
I've heard that the two plants that make Ayahuasca (Banisteriopsis caapi and Psychotria viridis) in the Amazon, are increasingly difficult to find in the wild.
Force always attracts men of low morality, and I believe it to be an invariable rule that tyrants of genius are succeeded by scoundrels.