July 29, 2013
"Men grow up expecting to be the hero of their own story. Women grow up expecting to be the supporting actress in somebody else’s. As a kid growing up with books and films and stories instead of friends, that was always the narrative injustice that upset me more than anything else. I felt it sometimes like a sharp pain under the ribcage, the kind of chest pain that lasts for minutes and hours and might be nothing at all or might mean you’re slowly dying of something mundane and awful. It’s a feeling that hit when I understood how few girls got to go on adventures…"

via: The NewStatemen’s “I was a manic pixie dream girl”

This article is righteously good. It reminded me of the beautiful, crushing Karen Blixen line from Out of Africa:  "It’s an odd feeling — farewell — there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we’re tested at all, it’s for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness."

I could write a revolution worth on this subject. Instead, let me just implore the universe: Give me daughters so that I can pack their guts and rifles and minds and hearts with the fiery clarity that adventure and depth and complexity and honest desire is their Birthright. That being small and sweet and easy is enormously overrated. That men worry far less than we do about whether they will be loved back, about their looks and weight and how they are perceived and what they said and shouldn’t have or didn’t say and should have. About what they wore and how long it took us to text back and whether they’ll be asked to prom or proposed to. And maybe it is terrible to say, daughters to be, but this is why they get ahead. Why they have the adventures and claim the freedom and fiercely carve out room for themselves and their goals. You don’t need to become men, but you could borrow on their capital — their ruddy confidence that the world is leased to them and life will wait for them while they track it all down and consume it all. While they hunt and kill and live their fair share.

Don’t be ashamed of wanting the same. Don’t ever be content to be cute at their side while you wait for them to finish.

(via beenthinking)

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February 12, 2013

ratsoff:

Some really superior Valentine creativity emerging in 2k13.

(nouvellabooks.)

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June 4, 2012

(via iwishisaidhello.org, lost at e minor, & ianbrooks)

you had me without “hello”: missed connections & street stickers 

"A moment lost to time, a possibility forever squandered."

(via ratsoff)

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May 7, 2012
for john steinbeck & love.

"John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: a 1958 Letter" (via The Atlantic)

———-

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

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March 15, 2012
"[So this is
moving on, she reflected after
he left. But what was motion?] No straight
bright line but a wind every bit as
stormy as the people it carried
away from safety, through towns that froze
and burned, helping them forward but not
letting them forget for a second
their ceaseless looking for what is lost,
their sad resemblance to the quick and
stubborn arrows that never arrive."

— Rachel Wetzsteon, from “After Eden” (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: aubade, via the-final-sentence)

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February 27, 2012
"For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, whatever the force, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, your name, your innards, even your life, but that last stronghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love."

— Ken Kesey, Sometimes a Great Notion

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February 14, 2012
happy valentine’s day.

happy valentine’s day.

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November 5, 2011
"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."

— Bob Marley

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October 30, 2011
in the end, there were 963 days of a shared love for black cardigans.

in the end, there were 963 days of a shared love for black cardigans.

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October 3, 2011
for andy rooney’s farewell broadcast.

(via inothernews.)

“Not many people in this world are as lucky as I’ve been. When I was in high school, I had an English teacher who told me I was a good writer, so I set out to become a writer myself. I’ve made my living as a writer for 70 years; been pretty good.

During World War II, I wrote for the Army newspaper, the Stars & Stripes. After the war, I went to work in radio and television, because I didn’t think anyone was paying enough attention to the written word. I worked with a lot of great people who had the voice for radio or they looked good on television — but someone had to write what they said, and that was me. When I went on television, it was as a writer. I don’t think of myself as a television personality: I’m a writer who reads what he’s written.

People have often told me I said the things they are thinking themselves. I probably haven’t said anything here that you didn’t already know, or have already thought: that’s what a writer does.

There aren’t too many original thoughts in the world. A writer’s job is to tell the truth. I believe that if all the truth were known about everything in the world, it would be a better place to live.

I know I’ve been terribly wrong sometimes, but I think I’ve been right more often than I’ve been wrong. I may have given the impression that I don’t care what anyone else thinks, but I do care; I care a lot.

I have always hoped that people will like what I’ve written. Being liked is nice, but it’s not my intent. I’ve spent my first fifty years trying to become well-known as a writer, and the next thirty trying to avoid being famous. I walk down the street now, or go to a football game, and people shout ‘Hey Andy!’ And I hate that.

I’ve done a lot of complaining here. But of all the things I’ve complained about, I can’t complain about my life. My wife Margie and I had four good kids; now there are grandchildren. I have two great-grandchildren, although they’re a little young for me to know how great they are.

And all this time, I’ve been paid to say what is on my mind on television. You don’t get any luckier than that.

This is a moment I’ve dreaded. I wish I could do this forever; I can’t though. But I’m not retiring. Writers don’t retire, and I’ll always be a writer.

A lot of you have sent me wonderful letters and said good things to me when you meet me in the street. I wasn’t always gracious about it — it’s hard to accept being liked.

I don’t say this often, but thank you. Although, if you see me in a restaurant, please let me eat my dinner.”

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