"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make
you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to
fight. Never stop fighting." - e.e. cummings
This Blog is here for me and or anyone who wants to read it. I will mainly be posting quotes I find. I don't mean to infringe on anyone's privacy or hurt anyone by quoting wrong, its how I want things to be remembered.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
everything i needed to know i learned in a shopping mall, don't wander off, know who you are,know where you came from,never let go of your mothers hand, whenever you get lost stand there and wait for someone to find you, and someone will always look fo...r you because someone will always miss you,and when you cry someone will remind you in that soft lullaby voice that sometimes silence is the loudest kind of noise.
~Kelsey Holmes
~Kelsey Holmes
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived. At present, I know him so well, that I think him really handsome; or, at least, almost so.
~Sense and Sensibility pg 22
~Sense and Sensibility pg 22
Edward Ferrars was not recommended to their good opinion by any peculiar graces of person or address. He was not handsome, and his manners required intimacy to make them pleasing. He was too diffident to do justice to himself; but when his natural shyness was overcome, his behavior gave every indication of an open affectionate heart.
~Sense and Sensibility, pg 17
~Sense and Sensibility, pg 17
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Its not nice when girls die
~pg 1
Yesterdays dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I'm shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
~pg 7
They branded their war on this skin-bag of a girl.
~pg 9
he wiped me off the face of her existance.
~pg 11
I can't stop, but I can't keep going
~pg 98
We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
~pg 99
I kept thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.
~pg 117
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care...
~pg 166
The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink. I want to choose what I see and what I don't see.
~pg 196
The dead do walk and haunt and crawl into your bed at night. Ghosts sneak into your head when youre not looking. Stars line up and volcanoes birth out bits of glass that foretell the future. Poison berries make girls stronger, but sometimes kill them. If you howl at the moon and swear on your blood, anything you desire will be yours. Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch
~pg 253
Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson
~pg 1
Yesterdays dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I'm shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
~pg 7
They branded their war on this skin-bag of a girl.
~pg 9
he wiped me off the face of her existance.
~pg 11
I can't stop, but I can't keep going
~pg 98
We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
~pg 99
I kept thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.
~pg 117
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care...
~pg 166
The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink. I want to choose what I see and what I don't see.
~pg 196
The dead do walk and haunt and crawl into your bed at night. Ghosts sneak into your head when youre not looking. Stars line up and volcanoes birth out bits of glass that foretell the future. Poison berries make girls stronger, but sometimes kill them. If you howl at the moon and swear on your blood, anything you desire will be yours. Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch
~pg 253
Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson
As much as she would love to have kissed him, she is also somewhat relieved that the guard prevented it from happening. Her heart is beating wildly, both from anticipation of how that kiss would have felt, and from fear. Because now she's the one who's scared, very scared. Not of him, but of herself, or rather, of her feelings for him. ~Willow, Julia Hoban pg 217
Except the only times she's laughed I the past seven months have been in
his company. When he's with her she's able to forget the lure of the
razor for more than five minutes at a time. And when she talks to him,
she actually feels like she's connecting, not just exchanging words like
she does with everyone else.
~pg 138, Willow, Julia Hoban
his company. When he's with her she's able to forget the lure of the
razor for more than five minutes at a time. And when she talks to him,
she actually feels like she's connecting, not just exchanging words like
she does with everyone else.
~pg 138, Willow, Julia Hoban
"Of course any sharp edge could do in a pinch, and Willow had used them
all: nail scissors, a steak knife, a mans razor- if he doesn't use
safety blades- that's what she'd been carrying when Guy discovered her.
But Willow is a purist. She likes to reserve her cutting implement for
cutting herself alone. She just can't see hacking her flesh with the
same razor she slices her dinner with."
~pg112, Willow, Julia Hoban
all: nail scissors, a steak knife, a mans razor- if he doesn't use
safety blades- that's what she'd been carrying when Guy discovered her.
But Willow is a purist. She likes to reserve her cutting implement for
cutting herself alone. She just can't see hacking her flesh with the
same razor she slices her dinner with."
~pg112, Willow, Julia Hoban
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Milly: Really? I'll tell you one thing though. You did not have me the moment that we met because I'm not even sure I like the fact that your staff talked about you behind your back at the dessert table. And excuse me but truth be told I didn't like anything that you ordered for me on our first date except the calamari. And ok fine, yes, it was nice to not have to think for a change. But who wants someone that doesn't think? Look! And sometimes you laugh when I cry, and you say "huh" when I make perfect sense. And never ever in my life have I burnt a chocolate souffle until now, and that in and of itself... oh my god. Should have told me I don't feel like myself around you. And I would have decided that. A long time ago if it weren't for my mother. Because who wants someone who laughs like a hyena in a polka dot dress that my mother made me buy.
Jason : I love that dress.
Milly : Take her out.
~~Because I Said So~~
Jason : I love that dress.
Milly : Take her out.
~~Because I Said So~~
Saturday, September 26, 2009
"Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white." Pretty Face by Mary Hogan
Friday, September 25, 2009
There are times when a tree can no longer withstand the pain inflicted on it, and the wind will take pity on that tree and topple it over in a mighty storm. All the other trees who witnessed the evil look down upon the fallen tree with envy. They pray for the day when a wind will end their suffering.
I pray for the day when God will end mine.
I pray for the day when God will end mine.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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