I think I have handled things pretty well last year and this. What I have to do now is try do it even better.
Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.
It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.
We struggled together and sometimes with one another. We took care of one another. In the end, we kept faith in each other.
Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.
The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.
I'm sure it's why I'm such an odd duck in my feminist generation, because I've always been equally fair to men.
Don't buy the bootlegs, save your stuff, everything's coming back out.