I'm Lucie. I am a little bit of everything, and I am a lot of nothing. I am in-between and I am just focused on being alive, truly alive. I'm on a never-ending journey of discovery. I am terrible with words. I have no hobbies except for the fact that I am interested in absolutely everything. I've wanted to be many things. I want to be a fashion designer and I want to be a chef. I like interior design and I like photography. I like quotes because they can describe how I feel. When I was little, i wanted to be a dancer or a gymnast. The only thing I like more than art is Superman. The only things I am good at are giving hugs and having an array of facial expressions at my disposal. I don't understand much. Everything in the world is too mysterious beyond my understanding. Life and all of its components are much too hypnotizing, but it's all so, so beautiful. I want to be able to hold the whole world in my hands while I twirl in a little pink dress and laugh like I'm seeing the world for the first time.

To express, not impress. To be interested in the world, not interesting to others. To rediscover an old hobby. To find purpose. To waste time and enjoy time. To sing at the top of your lungs. To live outside your comfort zone. To stop feeling anxious. To be vulnerable. To give many chances, to yourself, to others, to life. To never succumb to images. To never assume. To live in simplicity. To ponder. To cherish. To absorb yourself in what is strange instead of common. To be silly. To know, and to be naive. To never be governed by others. To remember. To see the world from someone else's perspective. To love, and, if you're lucky, possibly be loved in return. To be selfless. To seek change in yourself, not others. To never thrive for perfection, but self-actualization. To sleep more, sleep less. To move faster, to slow down. To expand. To feel. To live. To be free.

"it’s funny, but when i was little, before I’d go to sleep my mom would do this routine with me where she’d tell me to think of pretty things. i would close my eyes and she would run her fingers over my cheeks and across my brow. and we’d go through this list. i think it was a way of preventing nightmares, and it would always be, you know, cats and puppy dogs and balloons at the zoo. sometimes she’d mention yellow submarines, stars in the sky, blackbirds flying overhead, trees in central park, and even, believe it or not, that on Saturday i would get to see daddy. nothing that extraordinary, but when you’re four years old, it’s cats and dogs that make life worth living. and i kind of think it’s maybe not so different now." Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation


"I was afraid of the hope that I might get well. and then I realized that the only way hope can ever be real, is you, and if you’re the only hope, and this is the only way, and if it doesn’t work, then I’m a goner." Sybil











"All I can say is, at first you don’t know how you’ll ever make it through, but somehow you do. Just trust me on this one." Lois Lane, Smallville