I'm in the midst of a transitory period.

I've been waiting so long for something to happen and now that it has-I'm not sure I'm ready. Dreaming seems to be easier than living and fantasy better than reality. It takes guts to go out there and make something of yourself; to prove to everyone that you're something special and that you're talented. Now is my time to prove all the nay sayers wrong but all I want to do is crawl in a whole and never come out. I feel overwrought that the career I've been hoping for is now only a few paces away. I've got to get out of my head so much I wouldn't have been given this chance if I wasn't worthy and that's all that matters.

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

- Jack Kerouac

Great Quotes

The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things- that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
-The History Boys

It doesn't seem right to let go of something you've had for so long, but it doesn't seem right, either, to hold on to something that's just not there anymore.

In your whole life, nobody has ever abused you more than you have abused yourself and the limit of your self abuse is exactly the limit of abuse that you will tolerate from someone else.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Submerged madness

let this butterfly rise

LEAVES OF GRASS     

 Come, said my soul, 

Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) 

That should I after return, 

Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, 

There to some group of mates the chants resuming,

 (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) 

Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on, 

Ever and ever yet the verses owning--as, first, I here and now

 Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name, - Walt Whitman

"your pain is the breaking of the shell that
encloses your understanding." _{-kalil gibran} 

Things that make me smile

I'd like to go to Oz. Kansas is boring.

Set yourself on fire

I detest smoking. But there is something so alluring about the way it looks when captured on film.

There was something stolen. But how do you file a report when you don't know what it is/was? It's just a feeling, there is a piece missing. Where do you look and will you recognize it when you find it? All I know is, that it's in his possession and I want it back. Oh, and I chose that picture because I'm sure Dr. Crane would know what to do, he always has good advice.