so I'm leaving it with a quote

A story I read on Facebook, in the secret group Pantsuit Nation, that I thought I needed to share.
“One year ago today my daughter stopped wearing tutus. From around 18 months old until then, she had refused to leave the house without one. At age 4, she was so impressed with the idea of a "girl president” , and loved listening to HRC (and Chelsea!) speak. She asked to put signs in our yard, she asked to help with our local campaign efforts, she proudly wore her Stronger Together shirt. We spent Election Day doing acts of service (which she called “Hillary Work”) after voting. The day after the election, we slept in, and after watching HRC’s speech, I offered to keep her home, but she wanted to go to preschool. As she got ready, through tear filled eyes, I offered her a tutu. She refused. I offered another, only for her to refuse again. Then I turned to see her looking in her mirror, smoothing her shirt and leggings. As she caught my eye, tutu still in my hand, she said, with the sweet optimism of children, “No thank you, mama. This looks more like a pantsuit, and Hillary says we have more work to do.” Nothing has motivated me more over the past year, to work for the change we need, than the memory of that moment. Just over a week ago, almost a year from that day, as my daughter wore her first “real” pantsuit, I had the privilege of sharing that story with Secretary Clinton while she sat next to my sweet girl in one of the most surreal moments of my life. I’ve never posted here, but I’ve read your stories in the weeks before and the months after the election, and found comfort and community in so many. Thank you all for sharing, and for reminding me that we are not alone. Mostly, thank you for helping me believe my own words when I tell my little pantsuit wearing kindness warrior that there is more good than not, and that while there is still much work to be done, love does win in the end-if she is any indication, love truly does, and will trump hate. ❤️" - Jessica Dawahare

“Do you ever get so fed up of the way you are that you want to shut everyone out and be all alone for a very long time?”

– I do. Always.

I want to be happy.”
- “Then why aren’t you?”
“Because no matter how hard I try or how much I want it… I can’t.
Hamilton as Quotes Said by My Family
  • Alexander Hamilton: Time to roast myself see you all when I've left my shell of shame.
  • John Laurens: When I was younger there wasn't a term for liking boys so I named it after myself.
  • Lafayette: Let's all stop arguing over politics and talk about the important things - for instance my ass looks amazing.
  • Hercules Mulligan: *after being told to get out from under the table* I'M A SPY YOU CAN'T SEE ME SO LEAVE ME ALONE AND BAKE SOME PIE GRANDPA!
  • Aaron Burr: Is there a way to put yourself up for adoption?
  • Thomas Jefferson: I hate all of you I came for the food - and there's no good food bye.
  • James Madison: *after being told they weren't sick* I am sick, sick of your bullshit.
  • Eliza Schuyler: I act innocent but deep down I'm planning on the best way to dispose of your body.
  • Angelica Schuyler: Just because they're off limits doesn't mean I can't flirt. It's a game I like.
  • Peggy Schuyler: I'm silent and deadly - I know everything about you. I mean everything.
  • George Washington: Have kids mama said. They'll be worth your while she said. FUCK YOU MAMA!
  • King George: Yeah you're royal, a royal pain in my ass.
  • Sirius: Ok so-
  • Remus: No don't you dare. Stop. Stop. I don't want to hear it. I have been cleaning up your messes for you since first year and I'm aging prematurely. I thought it was a werewolf thing but apparently it's just because you are driving me steadily insane. So I don't want to hear it. Go away. I'll be grey by 17 at this rate. Leave me alone.
  • Sirius: I was just going to ask if you wanted toast!
  • Remus: Oh. Well no thank you.
  • Sirius: Good because I blew up the toaster and James is on fire.
There’s no way in the world that I will leave you just because everyone else does. I’m not like everyone else. I see through you for who you really are, so how am I supposed to leave you when I know the real you behind all of your mistakes?
—  Poets Love Her