I used to fall for the boys with lifted trucks because it made me feel something, it made me feel alive in a town that was so dead.
What’s better than being lonely and sad on a day of love? Getting drunk and being sad with your other single friends! Alcohol always makes everything better, it’s proven!!! (JK JK JK)
Those few pounds you can never seem to lose? Yeah, those pounds are your dinner dates with friends, your drinks on a Friday after work, that extra piece of pizza you’re craving – those extra pounds are you. They make you who you are and there’s nothing wrong with that.
I just can’t help but wonder, is happiness real or are we just telling ourselves it’s out there so we can have a little hope that there’s something better than this? Because when you’ve got hope, at least you’ve got something to believe in.
It wasn’t you, as painfully cliché as it is, it’s true. It wasn’t you, it was never you – it was always me. I’m the one who isn’t ready for love.
There are no Hollywood movie endings where everything works out because it’s fake. Nope, not in Shameless, everything on camera is painfully real – people lying, leaving, fucking you over and things falling apart. It reminds you that you’re not alone.
Act like people’s ugly babies are cute for the sake of their feelings.
1:36 PM: You instantly regret asking questions about last night because now you’re even more embarrassed and hate yourself even more.
It sounds beautiful, doesn’t it? To unpack your life and make a home out of someone else’s heart, to settle down and understand what everyone means when they say home isn’t a place, it’s a person. But they never talk about what happens when that person leaves.
I need them to discover they need each other forever and ever, and I need Mickey to come back, for my sanity (which yes, I understand makes me sound insane because it’s JUST a TV show).