Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.
May we each find in ourselves the courage we forgot we have, to see the beauty we forgot is inside us, while battling the demons we forgot we can slay, on a battlefield we forgot we can win.
Should’ assumes that when either willingness or ability is lacking, it may be compensated for by an abundance of the other. This is simply not realistic.
What you call ‘contradiction’ I call ‘complement’.
Let’s be very clear about this, asshole: I’ve been a woman in Arkansas. I know damn well what it means when a man says to me ‘Calm down.’ Being raped comes next, and that’s a fact I’m never going to forget.
I could go into their reality any time I chose to, but they could never come into mine. This is what I called ‘helping’ them.
We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.
If it’s convenient to love you, you’re lying to someone about who you are or what you need.
There is, in fact, no safeword for chemical burns under one’s fingernails.
If you’re lying to everyone you know, including yourself, at every possible turn, is a little upheaval really the worst that could happen to your life right now?
There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.
If I die on my way to the dance, it will be better than to survive having never lifted my feet.
No one has the right to demand that your body be something other than what it is.
One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.