faq.

i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

let me be

“dear god,” she prayed,

“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.

let me be gay;
let me be sad.
let me be cold;
let me be warm.
let me be hungry
have too much to eat. let me be

wrestle it to the ground

closeness,” he said,

surveying the congregation.

“it’s easy to be close,
but almost impossible to stay close.

think about friends.
think about hobbies.
even ideas.

they’re close to us—
sometimes so close we think they are part of us

and then,

at some point,

they aren’t close anymore.

they go away.

// only one thing can keep something close over time:

holding it there.
grappling with it.
wrestling it to the ground (as jacob did with the angel,)
and refusing to let go.

what we don’t wrestle
we let go of……

love isn’t the absence of struggle.

love is struggle.

:: jonathan safran foer

from
here i am

girls doing.

did you want to see me broken?

you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may tread me in the very dirt
but still, like dust,

i rise.

does my sassiness upset you?

why are you beset with gloom?
just ’cause i walk as if i have oil wells
pumping in my living room.

just like suns and like moons,
with the certainty of tides,
just like hopes springing high,

still i rise.

did you want to see me broken?

bowed head and lowered eyes?
shoulders falling down like teardrops,
weakened by my soulful cries?

does my sassiness upset you?

don’t take it so hard just cause i laugh [hah]
as if i got gold mines
diggin’ in my own back yard. did you want to see me broken?