You may be a pain in the ass, but you’re my pain in the ass.
The boy blames others for his shortcomings; the man figures out how to eliminate or mitigate them. The boy does the bare minimum in order to get by; the man does more than his share of the task, one hundred percent and then some. The boy believes that the world owes him something; the man knows he must earn everything. The boy avoids the consequences of his actions; the man accepts them, no matter how painful.
I went to you, instead of alcohol, because you were better. I went to you, instead of meaningless relationships, because you were better.
The love we are born into; it is the look in a mother’s eyes as she swaddles her child in blankets weaved of hopes for the future.
“My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.”
Every time Facebook brings up one of your Timehop photos, there’s a 96% chance that she’ll be in it.
Take a double shot when you successfully have a nonverbal shit-talking conversation about someone right in front of them.
I hurt her badly, and hurt myself in the process.
The majority of the people I considered my closest friends a few years ago are now barely even acquaintances.
I am not the friend that you choose to go out with to boost your self-esteem. I am not the friend you compare yourself to when you are having a shit day. I am not the friend that you love walking into a room with because all eyes fall on you. I do not wear an invisibility cloak that deems me unworthy of love, that deems me ugly, that deems me not beautiful.