i enjoy where i live now but i will always, always want to live in a farm house just like the one i grew up in. with acres of fields and looking west at the corn and grain silos instead of mountains. once there were chickens for eggs and cows for beef and venison in the fall. there are giant green trees and the sprawl is a green lawn, not the suburbs. there’s a garden and canning and stars you can always see because there’s no ambient city light to block them out. it’s quiet here. it’s comfortable here. i used to not like it here as much as i do now but once i left i was able to fully appreciate how amazing it really is to be here.
Assume it’s in the kitchen, under the couch, high in the pine tree out back, behind the paint cans in the garage. Don’t try proving your love is bigger than the Grand Canyon, the Milky Way, the urban sprawl of L.A. Take it for granted. Take it out with the garbage. Bring it in with the takeout. Take it for a walk with the dog. Wake it every day, say, "Good morning." Then make the coffee. Warm the cups. Don’t expect much of the day. Be glad when you make it back to bed. Be glad he threw out that box of old hats. Be glad she leaves her shoes in the hall. Snow will come. Spring will show up. Summer will be humid. The leaves will fall in the fall. That’s more than you need. We can love anybody, even everybody. But you can love the silence, sighing and saying to yourself, “That’ s her.” "That’s him." Then to each other, “I know! Let’s go out for breakfast!”
Rejection is the pits. We know this. Professional rejection, academic rejection, organ rejection, and, most especially, romantic rejection. So it’s totally understandable why this semi-anonymous Tinder user, known only as “Tom,” would FLIP THE FUCK OUT like a baby that got sand on its binky when politely rebuffed by a woman he’s never met.
I told Cully that we can never, ever get divorced because dating is apparently the worst thing on earth now and I want to buy all my single ladies a drink because, christ on a cracker, you probably need it.
because DATING IS THE WORST THING ON EARTH. seriously. get me outta here. guys like this guy are a prime example.
“In order to get people’s attention, you’ve gotta blow a loud trumpet. You’ve gotta beat the drum loudly. And nobody listens to you when you go quietly into the night.”—Oprah Winfrey (on Makers: Women Who Make America)
sometimes i wonder if i should share less [on social media] about how i feel when it comes to issues. it doesn’t take much to look at my facebook or my twitter or my tumblr to determine where i stand on racism or illnesses or vaccinations or political buffoonery. but somehow keeping everything to myself feels like doing nothing. it feels like ignoring it. trust me, i would love to post only/more photos of puppies and lakes and beers and share more articles about superhero movies or things that make me feel happy and tingly, but that’s not always how it works. if you want to follow me, you’re going to have to follow the fun parts and the real world parts that i think are important that often seem overlooked. i wonder why i feel like apologizing for sharing SO much so often, but then i remember that people can just as easily unfollow me if they don’t like how i think or what i have to say. so i’m not sorry. i’m sorry for a lot of things in this world that i have no control over, but i’m not sorry for this.
how is it that i am well-respected professionally, and well-respected (i think) by my friends, but when it comes to the type of relationship i am interested in having (since i am lacking it), i am completely shot down? am i defective? (maybe don’t answer that?)