Today is a shit day out there in the world, so here is a pic of my puppy and his way-too-big-for-his-lil-head dumbo ears.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
I’m gonna bring this back if it’s the last thing I do
I am a woman. I wear clothes. Stop her! They shout this into the void or trash bins or on the toilet, sitting.
I once read an article from a guy who said girls shouldn’t wear high-waisted shorts. Maybe it wasn’t an article and maybe I just watched an old man pee slowly into a garbage can. I can’t be sure. Either way, “ever?” I said and he said “NO!!!! NEVER!!!” This G.U.Y was not an authority on clothing or women. He just thought he was HELPING, a big HELPER when it came to women’s clothing. Because he was simply a man? Because he once cut his fingernails and they were unfortunately jagged and it hurt to scratch his face? Because he has a DVD rack with Fight Club and a heart full of opinions? The world may never know.
you really embarrassed me tonight at red lobster