“But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road — there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via hauntedportrait)
All my close friends in Ithaca are guys. Most of the people I hang out with are guys. I’ve learned to run with the pack, because it’s where I’m happy. I can keep up, I’m not treated differently because of my gender. Running through the woods. Bro-talk. One of the guys. But because I run with the pack, I have to appear strong to keep up. What no one knows is, I’m not that strong. I put on a front; tough, feisty, confident, self-assured, independent. Sometimes I get tired of that front. Sometimes I’d like to be able to be vulnerable, just for a moment.