We’ve teamed up with Renee Yohe to give away a personalized version of her memoir Purpose For The Pain—which is out of print. Now, you may be more familiar with Renee than you think. Her story is what inspired the To Write Love On Her Arms movement. A movie about her starring Kat Dennings and Chad Michael Murray comes out this year. She is also pursuing a career in music as her project Bearcat will be on tour with Never Shout Never this spring, and she is working toward releasing an EP through a Kickstarter campaign.
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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Went to this art show last night at Gallery 1988! Some amazing art inspired by a slew of incredible comedians. Met Weird Al and bought a couple prints for me and my sis.
Don’t think it could be said any better. This woman is a badass…speaking of badassery, a wonderful woman once shared these words with me: Whenever you resist something, it grows…if you put love towards it, it dissipates.
Because of this simple truth, I don’t believe that war will ever end, but we can choose not to allow war within ourselves every time we offer love to our human condition.
When the going gets tough, take it as an affirmation that you’re tough enough to handle it.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
Fifteen to eighteen percent of girls under twelve now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and twenty-five percent of young American women would rather win America’s Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they’d rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart. Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What’s missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.
Raising a daughter is absolutely terrifying. As her mother, I know I can only do and teach her so much. I can not force her to accept anything, and I can not protect her from everything. These are the stems of my greatest fears.
I tried to tell facebook that I am in a civil union with myself, and it told me you cannot create a relationship with yourself… So, that’s pretty much the problem with the world.
