i love the rain, i love fire, i love nature in all of its beauty, i love biking, i love walking, i love being barefeet, i love late night conversations, i love to meet you, i love to write, i love to read (sometimes i do it too much), i love philosophy(its my major), i love my polaroid camera, i love road trips, i love music(cant count how many times a show saved my soul), i love humanity, i love hide and seek, i love parties at times, i love kickbacks, i love waterfalls, i love being in a state of wonder, i love the dark, i love the night even more, i love art, i love things that are simple and yet profound, i love dancing (making a fool of my self is always great), i love bonfires, i love the accoustic guitar (actully i love all instruments), i love hot chocolate with whip cream, i love the simplicity of fun, i love to rant, i love rootbeer, i love to skip, i love the odd that are odd cause its who they are,
people and music that can bring me to my knees,
anyone who understands the lyrics "There are nights when these sidewalks feel like home"
someone who doesnt laugh at my stutter
someone to dance in the rain with
someone full of wonder and hope
someone who loves something anything they just have to love
someone who loves to be barefoot
a voice screaming in the wilderness
someone to get lost with
to many bands too many nights have saved my soul for me to mention on this page, if you truly care past the fact that music has and will save my soul, motivate me,move me,bring me to my knees then ask!
Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between h olding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... that you really are strong, And you really do have worth.
Jack Kerouac
George Mcdonald
C.S. Lewis
Socrates (or should i say Plato)
Dante
Shakespear
Marcus Aurelius
Lao Tzu
Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Sun Tzu
Rousseau
Hobbes
Aristotle
Immanuel Kant
Confucius
Mo Di
Voltaire
Hemmingway
S.E. Hinton
Aldous Huxley
Theodor Geisel
Orson Scott Card
Anthony Burgess
J.D. Salinger
Joseph Conrad
Frank Herbert
Robert Pirsig
Hermann Hesse-probally wrote the only other book i love as much as "On the Road"
there is many more i just forget
"If the kings of the earth knew what we possess, they would fight us for it with their swords!"
“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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!â€
“Maybe that's what life is...a wink of the eye and winking stars.â€
“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.â€
“Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.â€
“…-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I’d roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity,â€