I am so. Damn. Proud. Of my friends today. Especially you, Will and Tasha. You’re the kids going out with a bang. You loved until your hands bled, and you’ve been so brave. Keep up the good fight. We’re on the right side of history, friends.
Perhaps, after all, what we want is to be the vessels God burns in like he burned in the bush: filled with the motion of his light, heat, and energy but not consumed, because everything in us that needed to be burned away is gone. For we want to be motivated by desire and hope, want to be in motion, but we also want to be secure—stationary but not immobilized.
when your sons tell my daughter she can’t play with them, can’t climb as far as them, can’t jump as far as them, because she’s a girl, don’t you dare tell me “boys will be boys.”
“boys will be boys” is the narrative of rape culture and an oppressive patriarchal society.
and my daughter will not have time for that, because she is going to change the world.
How could your mother do a man’s work?” Lee smiled. “My father said she was a strong woman, and I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is almost indestructible.
—East of Eden John Steinbeck (via cellophaneveins)