It’s great if you love yourself and know that you deserve the best kind of love out there, but if you don’t realize that you’re actually kind of an asshole yourself, then you’re probably the problem.
Breakfast consists of grabbing multiple handfuls of Cap’n Crunch Berries while you do your first scroll through Reddit. Memes are your true sustenance. You refrain from properly hydrating because it makes you think rationally.
You enjoy the temporary. You thrive in fleeting moments, in short-term planning, and in expiration dates. You don’t denounce things as failure because they didn’t last forever.
Depression isn’t beautiful. It’s ugly. It’s hideous to the point that when you’re taken over by it, people turn away. And nobody ignores beauty.
A friend might send their condolences, but a best friend will physically be there next to you, riding it out, the Issa to your Molly.
It doesn’t make sense. There are millions of people here, how is it possible to feel like nobody can even see you?
I won’t be able to analyze everyone’s Instagrams and silently scream about how much better everyone’s life looks compared to mine. Like, how are people my age gallivanting around on yachts? ALSO, IT’S A TUESDAY.
He texts you back. Seriously, the standards are so low and Jeff still can’t fucking meet them.
Share links to 7 minute John Oliver clips or TED Talks on their Facebook and expect people to watch them.
Infinity Scarf: Conversations with you, like your scarf, seem to go in circles and last forever.