MiTumble

I shouldn’t stay here, feeling the way I do.” He examined his strong old hands. “I feel as though the crossing wasn’t worth doing.” His eyes moved up the side-hill and stopped on a motionless hawk perched on a dead limb. “I tell those old stories, but they’re not what I want to tell. I only know how I want people to feel when I tell them.

— “The Leader of the People,” John Steinbeck

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

— David Harkins

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love. But that doesn’t mean you love them any less. Sometimes, it even makes you love them more.

— The Last Song (via littlemiss)

I found out that the things that hurt us the most can become the fuel and the catalyst that propel us toward our destiny. It will either make you bitter or it will make you better.

— T.D. Jakes (via littlemiss)

My View of Men

Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate all men. In fact, I would wager to say I don’t even hate most men (though as a group, I’ll admit they make wonderful scapegoats). I think men are stupid, crazy, and full of themselves most of the time, but I think that about women too. I’m a misanthropist deep down, and I have no apologies for that.

I’m not even saying that I wouldn’t date a man (though my experience in that arena has been less than enchanting, let’s be honest). If an age-appropriate (no more than ten years older than me) Mark Harmon, Viggo Mortenson, Eric Bana, or Jason Isaacs came along, I’d totally go for him.

But for now, I just want to say this: I don’t hate men—I just think I deserve a damn good one if I’m going to spend my time and energy on one.

Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth—honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth, the truth freaking hurts.

— Grey’s Anatomy (via littlemiss)

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

— E.E. Cummings (via littlemiss)

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There’s a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There’s a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know ‘til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

There’s a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there’s a fine, fine line between “You’re wonderful” and “Goodbye.”
I guess if someone doesn’t love you back it isn’t such a crime,
But there’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

And I don’t have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don’t think that you even know what you’re looking for.
For my own sanity, I’ve got to close the door
And walk away…
Oh…

There’s a fine, fine line between together and not
And there’s a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you’re still in your prime…

There’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

— “There’s a Fine, Fine Line,” Avenue Q

So I guess I have to call it consent. But I’ve been reading about consent lately and it seems to me when they made up that idea they left spaces for way too much pain, too much pressure. There’s part of the word that sounds okay and is all about feeling and thinking the same, about two bodies and minds just sharing themselves because, I don’t know, they match, they touch, and their skins light up in some kind of agreement. But there’s this other side of the word which doesn’t sound right to me at all: to yield, it says, to acquiesce to what is done or proposed by another, to comply. There are ways in which that could still hurt. It sounds to me like there’s stacks of ways you could get yourself thrashed black and blue under cover of that word. And they could say it that way: you get yourself.

— “Consent,” Tracey Slaughter