"I want you to spread me wide and lay me open on the table. I want you to turn every page, tear them out one by one, put them in your mouth and dream what’s written there, or else light me on fire."

" One day, I'm just going to hug someone and say 'can you just wait awhile? I feel like complete shit. ' "

"What is REAL?"

asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ”When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.

—The Velveteen Rabbit

"Will you cover me please, every inch of me with every inch of you?"

"To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again." -EB

"It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have."

"Instead of Going Rogue, a book by Sarah Palin about herself, this is Going Rouge, a book about Sarah Palin by a bunch of commies who hate her.It's the best-and only-Pain-related wordplay since that porn title."

For all of you who are not up to date on the not so political political parties, The 'porn title' is pertaining to Larry Flynt's wannabe fantasy porn titled, "Who's Nailin' Palin?". The first minute of this video was released, and due to Youtube contact terms, has been deleted. Yes, I am sad too.

The book is on sale at your local Barnes In Noble for ten dollars. And hey, If you want to get crazy and by the hardback for sixteen dollars...no one is stopping you.

"My mom used to say to me “You can’t have fun all the time!”, and I used to say “Why not?” Why the fuck can’t I have fun all the time?"
-Kate Moss

Picked up my film today.
Most of them are sunstained.

I dont know what we are,
What we are doing,
Or where we are going,
And I am perfectly fine.

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

No Field Hockey practice/No homework=Enough time to blog unnecessarily about absolutely nothing at all.

This space feels so good.

I'm so proud of Lucy, and her deserved frozen yogurt. Westminster finally beat someone in Golf...

"What do I do?"
"Do what you want."

I made a Cd full of Singable Songs for the car rides to school, because my mom gets annoyed of my constant station changing.

Maybe I'll read To Kill a Mockingbird before bed so Tarlton will be proud of me...