I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO DO NORMAL COUPLE THINGS LIKE CUDDLE ON MY FREAKING COUCH AND WATCH MOVIES, LIKE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LIVE IN CALGARY OF ALL FREAKING PLACES. :(
Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you… It means that you do not treat your body as a commodity with which to purchase superficial intimacy or economic security; for our bodies to be treated as objects, our minds are in mortal danger. It means insisting that those to whom you give your friendship and love are able to respect your mind. It means being able to say, with Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre: “I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
Responsibility to yourself means that you don’t fall for shallow and easy solutions—predigested books and ideas…marrying early as an escape from real decisions, getting pregnant as an evasion of already existing problems. It means that you refuse to sell your talents and aspirations short…and this, in turn, means resisting the forces in society which say that women should be nice, play safe, have low professional expectations, drown in love and forget about work, live through others, and stay in the places assigned to us. It means that we insist on a life of meaningful work, insist that work be as meaningful as love and friendship in our lives. It means, therefore, the courage to be “different”…The difference between a life lived actively, and a life of passive drifting and dispersal of energies, is an immense difference. Once we begin to feel committed to our lives, responsible to ourselves, we can never again be satisfied with the old, passive way.
I’ve never wanted anything to work out more than I want us to, I’m going to marry you someday.
memories back then
It’s better to love someone who’s far and craves to be with you, than to love someone who’s near yet doesn’t even care to see you.
Wow, time flies… tmrw I’ll be 21. Its kind of cliche to say it seems like yesterday when my dad would hold my handle bars and teach me how to ride a bike and pick me up on his shoulders, but it’s true. I’m so thankful for my parents who have been the reason that I have grown up to be an independent woman. Everything that I am is because of them, all my dreams and ambitions are fueled by them. I am so blessed.
1.
Drive to another state
and break the laws that only
exist there.
Kiss a local girl with pouty
lips and tiny wrists.
2.
Stay in bed for an entire day
and touch yourself to thoughts
of ex lovers who were good.
Even if they never made
you come.
3.
Drink a bottle of red wine on…
My father likes that
song about all of his
exes living in Texas.
All of mine
hate Bukowski.
But, I have a soft spot
for that bitter old
drunk.
For the women he devoured
and forgot with
bourbon and cigarettes.
I am always the whore.
Every man is
my Bukowski.
