If you like someone you talk to them. None of this “well she texted me first so I’m going to put her in purgatory for a couple days” bullshit.
Wonder if your blood is like your grandfather’s. Remember the way he was found. Remember the way he showed up to Father’s Day. Remember the vow to not drink until you turned 21. Remember you kept that vow.
For as long as I could remember, I had my life planned out down to the minute. Not anymore.
I can remember the feeling as if it were yesterday.
I realized I spend every day fighting battles with myself. What I should do, and what I want to do are in constant contest.
Growing up is exciting, but a little bit scary.
You kiss me in your bed. I tell all of my roommates you are probably the one. And I think maybe you are.
“Be strong right now.”
We’re fiercely loyal and always have your back. We are the first to stand up for somebody and will go down swinging to defend our parents or really anyone else who we care about.
Five years ago, I packed up everything with my name scribbled on it and stuffed it into the leather backseat of my car.