Because your consent shouldn’t be assumed. You shouldn’t have to say anything in protest. You shouldn’t have to try so hard to convince yourself that it wasn’t your fault. You are a temple, a god or goddess, a spirit, a soul. A human being. You are not broken. You are complete.
“The blues help you get out of bed in the morning. You get up knowing you ain’t alone. There’s something else in the world. Something’s been added by that song. This be an empty world without the blues. I take that emptiness and try to fill it up with something.”—from Ma Rainy’s Black Bottom by August Wilson on what blues/music means to musicians.
“Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.”—Robin Williams 1996 “Jack” (via mariesammy)