The final stage of healing is becoming a fucking weirdo again. Where you’re so powerful and so free inside yourself you just don’t give a shit. It’s all art. It’s all life. It’s all beautiful. That’s the fucking point.
Everytime I see new images of our Earth I keep thinking of this soviet anti-war poster by Boris Rogachevsky that says "There's no other home!"
I think it's really sweet
Acting on your creative ideas is a form of self-love. It’s how you prove to yourself that your vision has value, and your inner world deserves a place in reality. It says: “I see something inside me worth bringing into the world.” Not someday. Not when it’s perfect. Now.