#mid

Midlife dynamically, for both straight and gay males, is often challenging as we face the reality that many of the dreams we had for our lives might not become a reality and unresolved conflicts come to the surface. For us to successfully transition in to the next phase of our lives we must find reconciliation of these issues. And for the gay male there is a sense that the gay self we have tried to keep in the closet or so many years begins to scream out. "Time is running out. When do I get to live?" You can't ignore that voice in the end, you can try and suppress it, and you can try and deny it, you can try and silence it by filling your life with other noises and diverting attention ......but that voice still exists. "Will my entire life be a lie? ↗

— Anthony Venn-Brown

#coming-out-stories #midlife #midlife-crisis #dreams

Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic. ↗

— Daniel Milstein

#december #icy #michigan #midwest #dreams

Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams! And so I brooded all the following morn, Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#dreams

If you want to control someone, all you have to do is to make them feel afraid. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#intimidation #control

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#pain #safety #twilight #safety

There was pie on the table when Tugs returned. Pie in the Button family meant trouble. ↗

— Anne Ylvisaker

#middle-grade #family

If you seek for supreme predator, go find God. He hunts the prime killer of mankind, the Satan. ↗

— Toba Beta

#devil #food #god #hunter #life

I have been told by the third grade teacher that my daughter Poppet is reading at middle school level. Yet if I leave Poppet a note in block letters telling her to feed the dogs I will come home to find the dogs have been ... given a swim in the above-ground pool, dressed in tutus, provided with hair weaves. What I will not find is that the dogs have been fed. 'I thought you wanted me to free the dogs,' says Poppet whose school district is not spending quite what D.C.'s is, thanks to voter rejection of the last school bond referendum. ↗

— P.J. O'Rourke

#dogs #feeding #freedom #humour #middle-school

She blinked. "Hmm? Oh, don't care. What did Anubis look like to you?" "What did... he looked like a guy. So?" "A good-looking guy, or a slobbering dog-headed guy?" "I guess... Not the dog-headed guy." "I knew it!" Sadie pointed at me as if she'd won an argument. "Good-looking. I knew it!" And with a ridiculous grin, she spun around and skipped into the house. My sister, as I may have mentioned, is a little strange. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#strange #the-red-pyramid #funny

She already had a headache-she didn't want to add 'get tortured' to today's to-do list. ↗

— C.C. Hunter

#funny #funny