the one thing that has stuck with me every day since my English teacher told me it in middle school is:
"When referring to someone, always say who they are before anything else about them, because being a person always comes first"
Instead of saying “the mentally ill man,” say “the man with a mental illness”
Putting someone’s characteristics (especially negative ones) before them is dehumanizing and rude. Don’t do it.
i can’t sleep so this is happening
how 2 make people feel better ft. dog
I need a rich benefactor asap
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” (via speioritur
In the 1960’s, the Italians called
the rising sun, a Haze of Gold.
They would climb upon their roof and talk about
how the sun died every night,
only to be resurrected in the morning
just so they could see a glimpse of new life.
you see, Sarah, I knew the boys we dated
were bad ideas. I knew it from the very beginning,
and I think you did, too. We died
every night to ourselves only to be rebirthed
out of their hearts, out of their failing kidneys, and out of their
weary bones - to become who they wanted us to be.
we died every night, dreaming of the horrors of what
goodbye would mean for us, of what being alone would feel like,
but, come morning, we were alive again.
We were kissing with mouths open and
painting Mona Lisa on the underside of their thighs.
Come morning, they were playing symphonies on our
ribs, as if our beauty was something they had to bring
out of us. Come morning, they were attaching strings
to our veins and arteries so they could control the way
we danced when we saw them. They wanted us to be fluid and containable objects they could love but place on their shelves when
they were done with us.
Sarah, I am not saying we were fools, but we were
very foolish for loving boys who only knew how to love us with
their tongues. But we are not broken.
We stopped dying for them a long time ago
and only allowed ourselves to be baptized in the
beauty of every goodbye we never wanted,
but perpetually craved.
The Haze of Gold has long since died out
and the dreams of new life and gazing of the setting sun
has long since been forgotten,
but NASA still sees a grey veil above
the Po River Valley of Italy and sometimes,
I think, we still want to be loved in
all the wrong ways.
That they wanted any say in what is such a personal decision felt so wrong to me…To have these people who don’t know the first thing about me or why I was even there apply such impersonal hatred and judgment on me was infuriating.
Don’t ever think a man loves you because he keeps coming back. That man loves the power he has over you. He knows you’ll take him back.