I first heard this song on one of the worst days of my life. It was beginning to cool, one of the crisp Fall days when the leaves had begun to crunch and the sun set far south of where it does in the golden summer days. I walked, stunned, to Taqueria San Jose and had three chicken tacos in silence. I don’t revisit this day unless I’m as drunk as I am now.
Happiness is not gauged by achievements—influenced, certainly, but not controlled entirely by them. Happiness is hardly defined by what you accomplish, but far more significantly by who you share the road to these accomplishments with. When they choose to jettison themselves from your life, at least from the extent to which they were involved before, these accomplishments mean little. The meaning of your life is defined by its impact on others.
Nothing good that has come to me in the last year has felt nearly as significant. I just want to mean something to somebody again, before the leaves turn crisp. I remember too clearly when everything else turns fuzzy and fades away.
Blonde hair blowin’ in the summer wind
A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand
I’d been on her trail for a little while
But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There’s a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what’s gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
The F35 Family
three different planes, each specializing in a role they can’t accomplish.
god bless america.
― Lundy Bancroft
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