You still can’t get over jeggings. Seriously, leggings that look like jeans? MOVE OVER EINSTEIN, BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS GENIUS.
I can’t answer your calls without giving you parts of me. Parts of me that don’t belong to you anymore.
Your body is a combo of bruised, bleeding, and semi-dying as you scroll through yesterday’s Snapstories trying to piece together your night.
Even if I can’t personally spend Valentine’s Day with my significant other, I can still celebrate it with him virtually.
One word: Yikes.
When evaluating potential life mates, you focus on their actual strengths instead of fixating on superficial traits like height, weight, breast size, butt shape, or bicep circumference. (At least, you take their actual strengths into serious consideration.)
“My rule of thumb is you should be able to remember every person.”
You share secrets with him…and only him.
“The guy in the KKK costume rips off his mask and yells ‘I’m black, I’m black.’ He really was black.”
Being single on Valentine’s Day is not something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. In fact, I think it calls for a celebration.