It’s as if we’re only supposed to like the BFB enough that we would be friends with him under different circumstances — we’re not actually supposed to actively be friends with him.
But maybe Disney did get something right: patience… and the importance of at least one pair of extra kick-ass shoes to make the waiting worthwhile.
If we like you, we’ll spend Monday to Sunday with you.
No one. Zero. Nada.
I now realize that brain tumor was more yours than it was mine. I realize you took it on you.
We may not be able to solve our significant other’s problems, but the least we can do is fully be there and try.
I couldn’t stay away, and you couldn’t either. Our physical connectedness contained all the hope in the universe for us. But it was nothing; we were truly nothing.
Your problem is that you date douchebags.
I’m never changing my Facebook status again, not even if I get married.
On March 20th of last year, pointless arguing turned into my fiancée leaving me.