It’s time you tell these hungry beasts you are not a glass of water that could satisfy their thirst.
Thank you for making your existence meaningful, you are the soul that God has created to make this world prettier than it used to; you are the work of art itself. Your next piece might save other lives.
Trust me, tell them the truth and do it now.
You’re in luck, creepy man, because while some women prefer that lovely “butterfly” feeling, I prefer it when men make my skin crawl.
I need to remind my heart that I can’t make everyone love me the way I wanted, the way I need to be loved.
“You certainly have lots of juicy bumps.”
Ahh yes, the words every woman waits to hear in reference to her face.
Power is personal. Power is passion, ambition, compassion, empathy. Power is a desire to learn, a desire to persevere in the face of adversity.
Preferring beer over wine doesn’t make you one of the guys. Watching baseball over the Kardashians does not make you a bro. Driving a truck rather than a VW Jetta does not make you chill.
You find yourself in context – and in varying contexts. You find yourself as the scenery shifts and you get to see how much of you was based on the setting.
No matter the inflection, we hear it like “So, how’s the ‘writing’ going?” And then, like having an accusatory finger pointed at our noses, we’re quietly panicking, saying “I’m working on it, I swear!” but on the surface all we say is, “It’s going okay.”