adjective: characterized by or exhibiting excessive vanity; boastful; thinking too highly of oneself. oh and if you disagree and don't think I'm better than you in every way, please by all means, let me know: vainglorious.sarah at gmail
Watching Neighbors. Heyyyy. Heyyy.
Whatever happens next, though, please keep on telling the truth and sticking your necks out. Good things come to those who are brave enough to show the world exactly who they are, without shame. And look, soon enough, you can be sure that someone will give this owning-of-your-flaws an embarrassing name, in the hopes that we’ll all get shamed back into the closet and go back to believing that every misstep and mistake should be airbrushed out or masked behind a smile and a high five.
Let’s not let them shame us, though, ok? Let’s keep on fumbling along, imperfectly, with pride, with grace, with humility, with an open heart. Let’s be messy and courageous, you and me and all of us. Let’s not be afraid to ask for exactly what we want, and to celebrate exactly who we are, and to eat lots of aged cheeses if possible. But most of all, let’s stick together and celebrate our messiness, and our courage.
No one makes me feel things quite like Polly.
Officially obsessed. And stealing this.
I don’t speak well (tweet well? lord) about death or grief or intense sadness. No one does it exceptionally well that I’ve seen. It’s never going to be enough to those directly affected and it’s always way too self-centered for those on the periphery. Including now. But I am upset, of course. Mainly for the ones I’ve / you’ve / we’ve lost to suicide. My close friends, my relatives. Yours, too. But also I’m saddest for those I fear for. For those I’ve worried about. For the ones I want to hold onto forever but know they may not make it no matter what I do. Who see this man who had so much and still made this choice. My heart is aching and worrying and so very fearful. It’s not like this will be a tipping point but who can predict what that could be / might be. I am here. I am not afraid of whatever is rocking you. I will be your free and endless hotline until you figure out the / a real one, a better one. I’m so afraid you don’t know that.