At times, late on those nights when the dancing, the slight intoxication, my wild enthusiasm, everyone’s violent unrestraint would fill me with a tired and overwhelmed rapture, it would seem to me—at the breaking point of fatigue and for a second’s flash—that at last I understood the secret of creatures and of the world. But my fatigue would disappear the next day, and with it the secret; I would rush forth anew.
When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he’s not easy to spot; he’s really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.
I just want you to remember that although we rely on the earth to live, the earth does not rely on us.
Our species has over taken this planet, and we think that the world is ours but it isn’t, don’t you ever think the world is yours to use and take as you please.
We are mere specks in this universe and we have taught generation upon generation to believe that we are so important to this planet, to this universe, when in reality we are killing and destroying everything our planet needs to live.
Mother Nature will one day reclaim her territory and who are we to ask her to have mercy when we have never given her any?
When I die I will become the ground you walk upon, and even in my after life I will not blossom and live till my full potential because I will be covered by concrete roads Or buildings. I will never see the light again.
Look after the planet sweetheart, water every dying flower and allow every animal to live freely, not in a cage.
Never take advantage of this planet, if you are to learn anything from my life it’s that. The earth is allowing us to live upon her, do not breach her rules, do not over use and abuse her. She is more precious than our entire existence.
The truth is that I’m genuinely a shy, socially awkward, introverted person. At a big party, I’m like Bambie in the headlights. It’s too much stimulation for me, which is why I end up going to the bathroom! I need time outs! I get anxious. I’m terrible at small talk and I have a ridiculously short attention span.