About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.
Text me when you get here, so I know when to get down on my knees.
You love him, and even though he hasn’t been showing it lately, you know that he loves you too, so you decide to give him one last chance.
If life is going well for too long, then I assume that something bad is bound to happen. That the universe wouldn’t let me be happy for too many weeks without balancing things out.
Never settle for anyone that makes you feel bad for being a badass.
We don’t have exes anymore. We have guys that we hooked up with. Girls that we once had a thing with.
Even when your relationship is going well, you feel insecure. You trust your partner — but it’s hard, because you’ve gone through the rest of your life not trusting anyone.
“My mother claimed she felt a ghost touching her shoulder. My father claimed he heard someone shouting his name. I saw a teddy bear rise at the end of my bed to lunge at me.”
“Once I woke up to find that my bed was levitating in the air. Just to confirm that it was not a hallucination nor a nightmare, I scratched upon the ceiling with my nails and used the metal strap of my wrist watch that was under my pillow to leave scratch marks.”
You never send the first text. You never invite people over to your house. You’re so worried about rejection that you keep yourself in a bubble.