Passionately
You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult...
Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
My ultimate goal is to end up being happy. Most of the time.
Hope is a waking dream.
I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.
When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
One of the main functions of a push-up bra is to lower the number of mothers who seem like mothers.
How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...