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.
I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything… I wish, just once, I could say, ‘This. This is good enough.
bonfiiiire anyone? lol.
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
I don’t want to be skinny so guys will like me. I want to be skinny so I will like me.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix.
i don’t grow body hair on most of my body but any man who demands that i shave what little hair i have
- have his face clean shaven every day
- wax any chest or back hair
- get rid of the happy trail
- get rid of his pubes and ass hair
- shave his own goddamn legs
- shave his pits
and I like how so many men find that totally unreasonable but have no problem expecting women to be totally hairless dolls for them