Now, I think I care more for the spontaneous right things, the seemingly insignificant right things that men wouldn’t even know they are doing. The things someone writes back in a Monday morning email without me asking or expecting at all. The goodness that surprises me and not the hollywood promises I wanted too much. That must have been exhausting for the men I’ve loved. And where was the room to ever say just what they meant?
Never pick sides
I listen to this song and I knew it from the start. I know this contra; I have been this contra and I have loved this contra. Eventually the wars figure out the defectors and the nationalists and we maybe we switch armies and life just goes on.
But these lines will stay in one hand, breaking my heart 100 years later.
Never choose between two
But I just wanted you
I just read this, and towards the end, I found myself nodding furiously, as if Erica could see me agreeing with her. Go read the whole thing, please. Erica is wonderful. If you don’t follow her, do so immediately. That is all.
