They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
-leonard cohen
often imitated. never duplicated.
-lori earley, "drained".
-herb ritts
man is least himself when he talks in his own person. give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
oscar wilde
i am voracious. i am endlessly inspired. i am highly-sensitive. i have a hard time dealing with overstimulation, but cannot live without it. i prize empathy and connectedness. i throw myself into the causes i believe in. i'm both a hopeless lover and a strong fighter. i do not understand the word "no". i live for beauty. i create out of necessity. i eschew convention. i will never stop. may sleep be the only time my eyes ever close.
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i'm sarah, oldest child of three.
i'm of italian/native-american/french descent.
i adore good, red wine, but am also frequently made fun of for ordering "old man" drinks like gin martinis and scotch. no appletinis here.
i'm deathly afraid of birds and severe lightning.
i am near-fluent in german (six years), and so-so with my french at this point (two years and brushing up). at the moment i'm currently teaching myself russian for fun.
i am a complete and total adrenaline junkie (much to my worrisome father's chagrin).
i adore animals. they have my heart. my childhood "dream job" was to be a veterinarian.
i don't take shit from anyone. i'm little, but i have a big, big mouth. you have been warned.
i am the type of person who, no matter what you say, will always give the homeless or those in need money or something helpful, if i can. i can't not. i'd gladly be labeled a sucker rather than not give someone what i do not myself need. i have been more fortunate than many, and will always be grateful to my parents for that.
i abhor violence.
discrimination or deprivation of rights of any type enrages me. i will gladly put myself in the hot-seat to defend someone, anyone at all.
i am the most outgoing, social loner you will ever, ever know. i can't even figure it out, myself.
i am happiest when in motion. traveling brings me great contentedness.
i was always the smart-kid/class-clown hybrid. i will do anything for a laugh, for the pure story of it. spontaneity is of utmost importance to me.
any guise of being unflappable or easily able to brush things off is entirely that--a guise. i am extremely sensitive, and am very, very observant. more often than not, this breaks my heart. luckily, at the same time, it drives me to be better, to want better.
i feel most at home near water. always.
i give more than i should, but i've found it's always returned ten-fold, with patience and an astute eye.
i am extremely opinionated, but very open-minded. in fact, i love hearing the opposite side of a debate, given that it is well-presented. to be able to see both sides of an argument is a priceless quality and skill.
i am a firm believer in the power of the human mind, and of mind-over-matter. we are what we think about.
i miss making art. from the time when i was a little girl, i was drawing and painting as soon as i could hold the appropriate tools. i feel like structured, elite education has robbed me of this. i'm trying to take it back; i'm striving for the happy medium.
speaking of--why the hell doesn't myspace have a section for "favorite artists"? weak.
i am always the first to admit my own faults.
i am perhaps the most tomboy-ish "girly-girl" you will ever meet. i'd say the former actually overshadows the latter.
i write. i have to.
i've taken two years off from college, now. i double-major in sociology and religious studies; though i am not particularly "religious" myself, i am fascinated with the point where the two disciplines intersect.
i have been a life-long perfectionist. i was looking at law schools my freshman year of high school. i never thought i would be so okay with being so directionless as i now am.
i am witty, sarcastic, and at times, cynically hilarious. don't be fooled, however. my optimism is both remarkably hardy and astonishing, all things considered.
i am finally at the point where i feel happy; where i feel free. i only hope i can help someone realize the same potential within themselves.
yes, i think that's all.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
-anais nin
-warhol
-james jean
Early in the novel that Tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit Tomas, Anna meets Vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. At the end of the novel, Anna throws herself under a train. This symmetrical composition the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end may seem quite novelistic to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as fictive, fabricated, and untrue to life into the word novelistic. Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (Beethovens music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individuals life. Anna could have chosen another way to take her life. But the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. It is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of Anna, Vronsky, the railway station and death, or the meeting of Beethoven, Tomas, Tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty. -kundera, the unbearable lightness of being
-tara mcpherson"the pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
-nabokov
-lichtenstein