"My friend, old and passing, said,
“There is more to life than staying alive.
Don’t rescue me too much.”
On his farm, twelve miles out
by rough gravel roads, he is done
with plowing, spraying, harvesting.
But he is not done watching the sun
sink below the windbreak or listening
to the nighthawks above his fields.
Don’t make him move to town.
There is more to tragedy
"It’s always surprising to me how many young women think they have to be perfect. I rarely meet a young man who doesn’t think he already is."
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down through the air and there’s a sickly moment of dark surprise.
(Source: jenniferlawrenceshrader, via haliameguid)