“I have never hated anyone like this before—ever.”
Does the mere thought of them bring me a source of comfort, even when we can’t stand each other?
I like to think that no matter which roads we’d taken, which decisions we’d made and which errors of judgment we’d reversed, there isn’t a Universe out there that could possibly have saved us.
New York city tells me all the time that I need to move faster.
We relish Facebook stalking the guy from the bar last night, and love to veto people for ourselves, and our friends, based off Tinder bios. In some ways, it’s an easy defense, an excuse to not put yourself out there, a way to beat your date to the future rejection punch.
Relationships are complicated, but they’re also great fodder for humor.
Soulmates aren’t a thing that happen instantly and magically. Soulmates become soulmates after years and years of commitment, hard work, selflessness, and difficult choices.
Love is part chance and part conviction.
Build a badass fort.
“Hello from the other side” is a phrase you frequently use at the McDonald’s drive-through.