Blondegirl,

Sitting two spaces away.  You are not real.  You are not a humanbeing.

You are a painting, a mediocre painting.

Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

....


It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

I can do this.

"I CAN DO THIS!" she wanted to shout.  She wanted to shout to the world.  She wanted everyone to know.  She wanted someone to know about this epiphany that had struck her across the face.  She wanted them to know.  She wanted them to rejoice with her.

But she was in a library and didn't think that shouting would be a good idea.

If only everyone listened to Cat Stevens.

If you want to sing out, sing out.
If you want to be free, be free.
Cause there are a million ways to be
You know that there are.

Yes you know that there are.

Sadly, if you sing out, you get some pretty annoyed looks.

Helsinki

I want to go.

I figured it out

I'm like a varsity athlete that never found the right sport.

Hurt

You can have it all,
my empire of dirt,
but I will let you down.

I will make you hurt.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I am not living.
-Jonathan Safran Foer

Mr. Foer is one of my new favorite people. I have read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and am almost through with Everything is Illuminated. His novels are like nothing I have ever read before. Each novel is closer to an art experiment than anything that resembles literature. His novels are sad, humorous, and incredibly profound. He most reminds me of Dave Eggers' Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. Both books center around love but not the normal Nora Roberts love. No, something much more deep than that. They even ask whether love really exists and about its nature. I have thoroughly enjoyed his books. He needs to write another one!