Soy una paradoja: a primera vista es absurda, imposible, o en contraposición al sentido común, pero si es estudiada detenidamente, o es meditada, resulta correcta y bien fundada.



On being called a perfectionist: “I am proud to say I am. But there is no such thing as perfectionist, and I found that out when I was 15 years old…I wrote it in my journal, that perfection is imperfect. So it has that humanity, like human qualities. Otherwise it’s cold, right? You can just strive for perfection. Another word is excellence, to strive for excellence.”


No sé qué pedo conmigo hoy.

It’s just one of those nights.

Well, I want to know that if my limbs fall off, we’d still be together, no matter what. And when he says my name, it sounds different in his mouth. You know, like it’s safe there. Or I put on perfume and he puts on cologne, and we go out, and we can smell each other. You know, they make you smile when you’re tired. That’s a big one. Or you tell them something that you’re scared to tell them because you’re afraid it’ll make them stop loving you. But when you tell them, you’re surprised, because it actually, it makes them love you more. Or you tell them that they… that you love their shirt, and then they end up wearing it every day. My greatest example of this is my grandparents. My grandmother has arthritis in her hands, and she can’t bend down and paint her toes. So my grandfather does it for her, all the time.

Even though he has arthritis in his hands too.

Quisiera poder dejar de pretender que todo está bien. No lo está, no lo ha estado por mucho tiempo.

Some dreams are bigger than others. Me being on Broadway? That’s a big dream. Me being on Broadway in Funny Girl as Fanny Brice, inheriting the mantle of my idol, Miss Barbra Streisand? That’s the culmination of every dream I’ve ever had.

(Source: berrystreets)