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Name: Rachael
Country: United States
Birthday: 9/10/1992
Gender: Female
Interests: I love reading. Books keep me breathing. Music makes nice backround noise and sometimes, when a lyric hits you gotta crank it up. Xanga is my favorite blogging space, and it’s the place I obsessively check for comments. Put my mind at ease :] My friends are rad and I’ve run out of ideas.
Expertise: i have too many talents to pick just one
Occupation: a lousy student
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8/19/2006
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so creeeepy
I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are. --Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix 
reading A Wind in the Door has got me looking at people and trying to love them. it's insane and i like it. 
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. 
Most of our obstacles would melt away if, instead of cowering before them, we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them. 
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| i made vegan blueberry muffins and brought them in for my cooking class today :3 they were liked <3 
You're all geniuses,
and you're all beautiful.
You don't need anyone to tell you who you are.
You are what you are.
Get out there and get peace,
think peace,
and live peace and breathe peace,
and you'll get it as soon as you like.
- John Lennon Parting a soup is not a miracle. It's a magic trick. A single mom who's
working two jobs, and still finds time to take her son to soccer practice,
that's a miracle. A teenager who says 'no' to drugs and 'yes' to an
education, that's a miracle. People want me to do everything for them.
What they don't realize is they have the power. You want to see a miracle,
son? Be the miracle.
Bruce Almighty When you want something desperately, you shake with the need for it.
You tell yourself you don't need more than one sip, because it's
just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able
to make it last a lifetime. You dream of it at night. You see a
thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you
want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them.
You tell this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised
and bloodied and flattened.
- Vanishing Acts 
  
books books books~~ we're reading the great gatsby in class. did i tell you that? it's slow going, but we're getting through it <3 i checked out the tree that grows in brooklyn or whatever it's called XP that's like almost 2 books down! woah! ^_^ | | |
| He sent her a brief image of walking silently through the woods, the two of them alone together, their feet almost noiseless on the rusty carpet of pine needles. They walked without speaking, without touching, and yet they were as close as it is possible for two human beings to be.
A Wind in the Door A burst of harmony so brilliant that it almost overwhelmed them surrounded Meg, the cheumib, Calvin, and Mr. Jenkins. But after a moment of breathlessness, Meg was able to open herself to the song of the farae, these strange creatures who were Deepened, rooted, yet never separated from each other, no matter how great the distance.
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Madeleine L'Engle's books are giant mindfucks. I love it. 
Charles asked, "Why do people always mistrust people who are different? Am I really that different?"
A Wind in the Door "Perhaps we're dreaming after all," Calvin said, wonderingly.
"What is real?" the Teacher asked again.
A Wind in the Door "Come, littleling. I'll take you some place yesterday and show you."
A Wind in the Door "There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises. Even little ones, like your cooking stew over your Bunsen burner. You may be in the middle of an experiment, but you still remember to feed your family. That's enough to keep my heart optimistic, no matter how pessimistic my mind. And you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument."
A Wind in the Door "That's it," Mr. Jenkins said. "That's precisely it." Absent-mindedly he brushed at the dandruff and lint on the shoulders of his dark suit.
Blajeny, listening carefully, bowed his great head courteously. "Precisely what, Mr. Jenkins?"
"Nobody should be exactly like anybody else."
"Is anybody?"
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