Touch me deep, pure and true, Give to me forever.

I wish I could find people who just would fight me and break through to me and hold me down and scream their life into my face.
"It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie"
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited"
"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"
"the world is a dangerous place. not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it." -albert einstein
"From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view"
"I always need more to feel alive than I have. You may not be able to figure me out, but it's okay, because I can't either"

"Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air"
"Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There
will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours or minutes.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or
forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame,
and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will
not matter what you owned, or what you were owed. Your
grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will
disappear. So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and
to-do lists will all expire. The wins and losses that
once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter
where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you
lived. It won't matter whether you were beautiful or
brilliant. Your gender, skin color, ethnicity will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you brought, but what you
built. Not what you got, but what you gave. What will
matter is not your success, but your significance. What
will matter is not what you learned, but what you
taught. What will matter is every act of integrity,
compassion, courage, and sacrifice that enriched or
empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your
character. What will matter is not how many people you
knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're
gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the
memories of those who loved you. What will matter is how
long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's
not a matter of circumstance but of choice. Choose a life that matters................"