“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”—
most of the time I feel like I go through life in the most ridiculous possible way. For someone who preaches to love everything, I mostly never notice anything any more.
I just cover my eyes and run, and keep running and running and I don’t know what I’m running from, but I know what I’m running to. I just go and go as fast as I can, as blindly as possible and hope that I have the balls to keep running.
It’s the only way I know how to breathe, how to live, how to beat one hasty step, one foot in front of the other, never ever open my eyes.