If a human being can cure smallpox
Or kick up clouds of moon dust
Or build a road or write an ode
Or compose The Moldau
Or come out of the closet (of which we have too many)
Or paint The Starry Night
Or invent the wheel
Or let their wrists heal
Or look as beautiful as you in a ball gown
Then I can do anything
And it starts this second
"Benedict Smith / “This Second” (via benedictsmith)
