Don’t start a relationship if you’re not in love.
I know this all sounds like an overplayed song. But don’t you think that its overplayed because we need to hear it more than once to keep going?
I no longer think my purpose in this world is to write. I think it’s to love.
Was it because you don’t think people are kind to you? Was it because you didn’t want to be taken advantage of? Was it because you don’t think you deserve kindness and so you’re not going to give it to anybody else?
I don’t know how to not miss him. How to not want his arms around me. How to stop thinking about the way he would touch me. How to not think about him every second of my day. How to sleep knowing that he feels better off without me.
Everyone knows that you shouldn’t wholeheartedly trust “college guys,” but I was a naïve little one back in my teenage years who believed in the magic of loovveee while college guys believe in the magic of sex.
You’re allowed to fall out of love with someone. You’re allowed to leave. You’re allowed to move on.
Buying a house? Hahaha, I can barely afford house whiskey.
Those worries keeping you up at night—the ones where you picture yourself jobless and loveless at 25—they’re normal.
Understand that closing your heart off is not going to make you any happier.