Tremble.
July 18, 2014

“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
Charles Bukowski

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You.
January 29, 2014

“Treat yourself the way you treat your favorite characters. Look into your back-story to understand your current plot. Sympathize with yourself. Recognize your flaws, and appreciate your strengths. Defend yourself. Cheer yourself on when you go into battle. Appreciate every relationship you make and always look for hidden potential. You’re the protagonist in your story. You’re the main character. You’re the hero. Treat yourself like one.”

Write.
March 3, 2013

“I think I need to write again. I need to feel words roll through my brain and hesitate at my lips and then fall down out of my fingers and into the blank foggy space stretching ahead of me. Because lately there’s just so much blank space out there and the fog is getting thicker and I lost my lantern and I’m thinking and thinking and thinking about each step, analyzing every consequence that can arise from this small nudge of my cumbersome leaden feet against the earth below me.” 

The Butterfly Story.
June 1, 2012

“One day a man saw a butterfly shuddering on the sidewalk locked in a seemingly hopeless struggle to free itself from its now useless cocoon. Feeling pity, he took a pocket knife, carefully cut away the cocoon and set the butterfly free. To his dismay it lay on the sidewalk, convulsed weakly for a while, and died. A biologist later told him, “That’s the worst thing you could have done! A butterfly needs that struggle to develop the muscles to fly. By robbing him of the struggle, you made him too weak to live.”

Ruin Me.
April 27, 2012

” ‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’ “
Ernest Hemingway

I Mustache You a Question!
April 18, 2012

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“We’re all a little weird. And we like to think that there is always someone weirder. I mean, I am sure some of you are looking at me and thinking, “Well, at least I’m not as weird as you,” and I’m thinking, “Well, at least I am not as weird as the people in the loony bin,” and the people in the loony bin are thinking “Well, at least I am an orange.” “
Jim Gaffigan

I am Me, and I am Okay.
February 17, 2012

“I am me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am okay.”
Virginia Satir

Waldeinsamkeit.
January 11, 2012

“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scarred her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the oceans. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.”
Carrie Ryan