"If people were rain, then I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane." – Looking for Alaska by John Green ~~~ "Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are." Markus Zusak, "I`m the Messenger"
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww'”— On the Road–Jack Kerouac
“I wanna feel the grass between my toes I wanna hear the birds as they come and go And I’d love to fly if I had wings And I’d bring you with me I wanna hit the beach, the ocean air And we’ll let the sand get everywhere We’ll watch the sun as it melts away And I’ll smile just the same with you
Cloudless skies, summer days Feels just like it’s on the way Kids are out, safe to play and it feels just like A beautiful day Cloudless skies, summer days Feels just like it’s on the way Kids are out, safe to say that it A beautiful day….” ❥
THERE ARE SO MANY FRAGILE THINGS…after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
I AM, I AM, I AM…
IF SOMEBODY LIKES ME…
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
-- Stephen Chbosky
I AM HORRIBLY LIMITED.
I can never read all the books I want. I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. - Silvia Plath
THE VALLEY SONG
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
a bed of grass, a soft green pillow
lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
and when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
here the daisies guard you from every harm
here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray
forget your woes and let your troubles lay
and when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.
Here it’s safe, hears its’ warm
here the daises guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true
here is the place where I love you.
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, The Valley Song
THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I DESIRE THE THINGS THAT WILL DESTROY ME IN THE END.
SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK
O, full of scorpions is my mind.
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth