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Bluebird, don't fly too far.
I won't know where you are when I
I get so scared of dying.

- You should be more careful what you write. You never know when a future employer might read it.
- When did we forget our dreams?
- What?
- The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops. Reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can:
FUCK.
THAT.
SHIT.


(In Connor's second thesis it is stated 'There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.' Does the routine destroy our creativity or do we lose creativity and fall into the routine? Anyway, who's up for a road trip!)

- What's "God"?
- Well, you know, when you want something really bad and you close your eyes and you wish for it? God's the guy that ignores you.

I guess there's something wrong with me, guess I don't fit in. No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin. I just want more than one membership to more than one club 'cause I owe my life to the people that I love.

He looks me up and down like he knows what time it is. Like he's got my number, like he thinks it's his.
He says: "Call me, Miss DiFranco, if there's anything I can do."
I say: "It's Mr. DiFranco to you."

Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight. Other days the line tends to deviate. I've got no criteria for sex or race. I just want to hear your voice. I just want to see your face.

She looks me up and down like she thinks that I'll mature. Like she's got my number, like it belongs to her.
She says: "Call me, Ms. DiFranco, if there's anything I can do."
I say: "You know, I've got spots. Mind if I've got stripes, too?"

Their eyes are all asking "are you in, or are you out?". And I think, "Erm, what is this about?" I mean. Tonight you can't put me up on any shelf 'cause I came here alone and I'm gonna leave by myself.

I just want to show you the way that I feel. And when I get tired you can take the wheel. To me what's more important is the person that I bring, not just getting to the same restaraunt, eating the same thing.

Guess there's something wrong with me, guess I don't fit in. No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin. I just want more than one membership to more than one club 'cause I owe my life to the people that I love.

Notta hellanlettas x 2.

Oh, what you do to me
No one knows

...mutta kuinka söpö.

Beibi ole mulle bussilippu kotiin
Vuoro viimeinen aamuöinen

Wendy: What kind of girl am I?
Billie: A very bad girl.
Wendy: Seriously... what kind?
Billie: ...and when she was good she was very good and when she was bad... she was horrid.

It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.