Her pants are drenched from trudging through weeds still wet from the weekend rain, her boots are covered in the mud she sank through five minutes after starting her shift, and her socks have now been drenched for six hours because her boots aren’t waterproof.
But this is his battle, this is his war. This is his generation.
I can’t wait for right now.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
You are allowed to hate the fifty first dates and only three second ones.
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We’re tired of the establishment. So let’s make a change, even if that means that we vote for a future a bit further away than January, and a result a bit closer to home than Washington.
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“I can’t leave this,” I tell myself. “I’m too afraid. This isn’t fun, but it’s comfortable. This isn’t right, but at least I know where I’m sleeping and how to get around. I’m afraid to go again. I should stay where it’s safe.”
You’re beautiful. He’ll tell you that.
But always remember – you’re worth it, too.