Get angry, millennials. Get loud, people. Please.
I thought the softness could save me. The softness became my addiction, thinking this mess actually made me some cool, vaguely nymphomaniac-like girlfriend.
And if you’re awkward like I am, you dance butt naked around your room to “Shake It Off” and shake, like…way too much.
It’s easier to let go when you’re appreciative of what the friendship once was — when you’re truly grateful for the time you had with them.
Before any outdoor adventures, you’re always the one who asks, “Did you put on sunscreen? What SPF are you wearing?”
We never just sit anymore. We never contemplate. We don’t think. We don’t stare. We don’t look out a window and let our thoughts wander, unless there’s simultaneously music playing in our ears or a book in our lap or a phone in our hand or sometimes all 3.
1. Dementors are everywhere.
We need America to accept us as black people first, and then we should worry about gender.
The way people communicate has been drastically changed. The educational system has also evolved, but the principles of essay writing seem stuck in a distant era.
Listen to what you want to do, and then make proper arrangements to do it.