In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.
I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.
Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.
Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that’s where the good stuff lies.
Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?
Sure we girls can wear pants now, and vote, and go to college, have a bank account, get a job that is not just stewardess or nurse. But we still have to deal with micro-aggressions and daily sexism. We are still fighting for word over our own bodies. We still get the short shrift on equal pay. We're still not represented in media or the arts with total parity. Not on screen or on the page or behind the scenes. It's still not easy. There is still this constant low-grade fight to be seen and taken seriously when you are a girl and when you become a woman. It totally sucks.
Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.
Leadership is the ability to take people to places they would be afraid to go alone.
It's called Paris, not Hilton, just me, because I don't want people to think it's my family's. It's mine.
Be still and quiet, tune in with the Infinite Intelligence, and continue in right thought, right feeling, and right action, and you will arrive at your goal.
Anyone having to do with medicine will have looked at Frank Netters art work. . . I decided I would make him my model. . . getting my degree in medical illustration and then going on to medical school.