"God's Spirit is on me;
He's chosen me to preach the Message of good news to the poor,
Sent me to announce pardon the prisoners and
recovery of sight to the blind,
To set the burdened and battered free,
to announce, " This is the year that God will work."
-Luke 4
I once lived in africa with my parents. Someday, I'll go back without them and change as many lives as I possibly can.
wanna come?
everyone I possibly can. I'm on a quest.
if you'd like to help me with this, It'd be nice to meet you.
and the occasional yodeler.
let's all give a hoorah for audrey hepburn and her amazing movies.
I like dem pretty movies.
some friends of mine made this film out of over 2000 photos giving the illusion of movement.
exquisite work boys. simply exquisite.
"Once I spoke the language of flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers....
How did it go?
How did it go?"
-shel siverstein. possibly the best author i have come across in my years.
And I despise your books, I despise your wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to swell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you, who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
-Anton Chekhov
The Lovely Bones
Elie Wiesel's Night
Blue Like Jazz
Angela's Ashes
To Kill a Mockingbird
Stop Pretending: what happened when my sister went crazy
Pictures of Hollis Woods
Speak
Make Lemonade
Asphalt Angels
Where the Red Fern Grows
Mrs. Dalloway (in the process)
I am in love with William Shakespeare. I could read him forever.
God. all powerful.