CASPER | 1995 ↳ Directed by Brad Silberling
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there’s not a morning i begin without a thousand questions running through my mind, that i don’t try to find the reason and the logic in the world that G-d designed. the reason why a bird was given wings? if not to fly, and praise the sky with every song it sings. what’s right or wrong, where i belong within the scheme of things…if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?
i can walk through the forest of the trees of knowledge and listen to the lesson of the leaves…there are certain things that once you have, no man can take away, no wave can wash away, no wind can blow away…
the more i live, the more i learn, the more i learn, the more i realize the less i know…
Beware of the ghosts tonight 🎃
things which have occurred over the past few weeks other than the irrevocable heartbreak the fear the shattering of hope and idealism and belonging the unending despair the not sleeping not eating dropping to an extremely low weight strands of hair suddenly turning white in my 30s due to stress of it all:
some of you know my mom has been very ill and had an excruciating reaction to a procedure which led to a serious cancer scare. it took two weeks to get the biopsy results back, and they'd pretty much convinced us to prepare for the worst. when they finally called back, she left me this note:
so that is a massive relief and blessing and we are very, very thankful for it, and grateful to those of you who knew and kept her in your prayers.
received this little felt and cotton haunted friend in the mail, but don't know who she is from!:
reached the Yentl chapter of My Name is Barbra (just ahead of its anniversary on the 18th, though i haven't finished this section yet), and everything about it feels more important and affirming than ever.
there are certain things that once you have no man can take away, no wave can wash away, no wind can blow away.
Bedroom of Barbra Streisand’s art deco guesthouse at her Malibu, California home | Architectural Digest, December 1, 1993 | photography by John Vaughan
if I cannot fly, let me sing. ♡if I wasn't tough, I wouldn't be here.if I wasn't gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be here.♡if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?♡if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain. ♡ a passionate, fragmentary girl; she stood in desperate music wound; voice of a bird, heart like a house; the ghost at the end of the song.♡ Jessica Lynn 🕊❀ paypal ❀
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