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Rachel617


Rachel617
Framingham, Massachusetts
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ABOUT ME
My name is Rachel and all I want to do is become a travel journalist. My two biggest passions are travel, where I can learn about people and figure out ways to help them, and writing.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: The Book Thief, I Am the Messsenger, In Cold Blood, Franny and Zooey
Movies: Into the Wild, I Am Sam, What's Eating Gilber Grape
TV Shows: That 70's Show, Friends, Gilmore Girls
Interests: Travel


Poetry
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Poetry
ice
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Fiction
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Nonfiction
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Fiction
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Poetry
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Poetry
By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road