I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
Being a feminist doesn’t mean suddenly no longer liking problematic things. If you stopped liking everything that was sexist in media and entertainment there would be no media or entertainment left. Being a feminist, to me, is being aware of what it is you’re liking, and of its problematic aspects.
Shake it off. Shake it off, whatever is clinging to you, nails like shards of glass in your back. Run away, not like a coward, but like an athlete. Beat your record for the longest distance before breaking a sweat. I bet you’ll be out front of her house when you first feel it on your forehead. Keep running, even though you’re drenched in the smell of her hair and the sound of her voice while she holds your shaking body. Shake it off, the rust, the dew. You do not belong anywhere that forgets your name this easily. She is not your hometown, she is not where you learned your first words. Do not let her become a place you go to mourn and remember. Run past her name in the mouths of others. Don’t think about who she’s singing Patsy Cline to as they fall asleep with her hands on them. Don’t think about her red lipstick leaving marks all over him like a wine glass. You have gone through the belly of the beast. You have mistaken her warmth for love and are still in one piece. Not many people are so lucky, so run. If leaving means surviving, then this is the bravest thing you will ever do.
We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.