Author has written 2 stories for Black Swan, 2010. Call me Adrian "I speak a language no one can understand" Favorite Quotes (From One Tree Hill) "I read a poem once about a girl who had a crush on a guy who died. She imagined Peyton Brooke I wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to say there is no one else that you could ever be with and that you would rather be alone than without me. I wanted the Lucas Scott from the beach that night; telling the world that he's the one for me. Unable are the Loved to die Unable they that love -- to die I had the craziest dream last night, about a girl who was turned into a swan. But her prince falls for the wrong girl and she kills herself. Nina Sayers “Isn't language amazing? I can't get over it. Sometimes you can just say things and its like a bomb that blows all your clothes off and suddenly there you are naked. I don't know if its disgusting or beautiful.” “There is no imagination in the world. A person like me is basically alone. If I want to live in the same world as other people I have to make a special effort.” "Sometimes, Anna seems like a doll, the way she tilts her head, but if you look closely into the eyes of the doll, you can tell she wants to be ripped apart, she wants, just like me, to be another person." ― Victor Lodato, Mathilda Savitch “And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.” “I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. “I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art. LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN. I believe in the country America used to be. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.* Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? “I was always an unusual girl, Leah: The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite. Have you read the Book of Revelation? Violet: No. Leah: In Heaven, there's this woman in labor howling in pain. And there's a red dragon with seven heads waiting so he can eat her babies. But the Archangel Michael, he hurls the dragon down to earth. From that moment on, the red dragon hates the woman, and declares war on her and all of her children. That's us. “What hurts most is not that it’s gone. What hurts is remembering that it was ever there. But then with time, that memory stops hurting too. I won’t be me anymore You will be you, you will always be you. You might even be more you. Because I’m gonna let you in on a secret now because your body isn’t you, your soul is you, and they can never cut into your soul.” Red Band Society, 1x01, Pilot “The point of angels, as far as I understand is something even greater than smartness. Supposedly it has something to do with brilliance. Which is light beyond anything we can understand. Like diamonds everywhere, in every bit of air, and colors you wouldn’t even have names for.” Victor Ladato, Mathilda Savitch “When I was in the hospital I was roomed with a Schizophrenic And she was the most gentle Person I have ever met There was a boy with a long Deep slit across his neck Who told very funny jokes A girl who never spoke a word Would draw the most beautiful Pictures The boy who shook with anxiety Could hold the most intelligent Conversations Even the girl who screamed in Her sleep and picked at her skin Had a heart the size of the ocean We are not who you think we are” “We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life! ... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?’ - John Keating, Robin Williams (R.I.P) Dead Poets Society “Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.” Lauren Kate, Rapture “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.” Jorge Luis Borges “I’m am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein |
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