remember me as
  • a strong confident & independent woman
  • a passionate & compassionate woman
  • a person with a good heart
  • a classy but well grounded person
  • loving & caring & forgiving
  • an inspiring leader
  • a good daughter and a genuine friend
  • a good sister & cousin
  • the best mother to my (future) kids
  • the best wife, best friend & life partner to my (future) husband
  • someone who loves to share & teach
  • kind
  • healthy & someone with enlightening aura
  • happy & always smiling
  • someone who lived a full life
  • a traveler. 

know where you’re going so you better understand where you are now & so that the steps you take are always in the right directions

Dear Little Girl: Man up.

dearlittlegirl:


Dear Little Girl,

Adjust your pigtails, my little love, tighten them, and brush the loose wisps of hair out of your face

Wash then dry your hands on the skirt of your dress

Crunch the last of the lollipop and toss the stick

Coz, honey, it’s fighting time.

Look in the mirror, and study your innocent rounded face

But do not grow too fond

For a boy will someday hurt you so badly that it will twist and contort until it is unrecognizable.

(I’m not sure, but I think the uglier the face, the more cathartic the release of tears. You try it out.)

Now, pull up your socks, and buckle your belt way past waist high

So that you may practice stomaching low blows

Thrown by ones that you once (g)loved.

Spit on the ground!

(I’m not sure what for, but tough guys do this, and they’re great role models.)

What? No.

No, I did not just roll my eyes.

Man up, little girl.

Nobody likes a sucker.

Swallow your fear and don’t tell a soul that you believe your teddy bear has feelings

Because they’ll look at him with eyebrows raised

And you will have no proof.

Sing under your breath,

You and I know that gives you strength

Whatever makes Mama feel closer than she really is,

You’re allowed.

And when the lights are out at night, my angel,

Dig, dig deep.

Tie fairies wings to the edges of your hurt

So that with sleep, starlight, and your permission,

They might fly your pain someplace far from here.

Man up, little girl. You have to.

Until a real man recognizes the tiara on your head is not make believe.

Those people who can stand at the intersection
of the humanities and science, the liberal arts and technology,
that intersection, are the people who can change the world
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