When I dig that hole in my mind and don’t seem to be coming out, what I need more than anything is for you to toss me a rope.
Here’s the idea as well as the incentive: being hateful isn’t hot. It indicates insecurity and unhappiness.
She furtively tries to set him up with another member of her gay posse, which produces disastrous results, quickly learning that gay man + gay man is not a simple recipe for success (or sex).
Some Saturdays you want to spend going out until 4 am, belting out the lyrics to ‘Closing Time’ with the rest of the bar, but the rest of the weekend, it’s not unheard of if you don’t even leave your apartment.
I feel like I should say the day you died was a blur, but in truth, every second is seared into my brain, an endless loop.
Fellow ladies: we should be supportive when another female in our group downs one too many, not bitching about her to anyone who will listen while she barfs it out in the corner.
Actually make that harassing, “I’m always going to come first” speech you’ve talked about to a significant other/husband or wife-to-be.
You’ve ugly-cried in front of her and she still loves (and cuddles with) you.
It’s easy to forget the friends who have actually stuck with you through thick and thin. But you shouldn’t ever miss out on the now.
Letting your friends go for any reason is never easy, but never feel threatened by the benefits of splitting up so each of you can walk your own path for a little while.