Stop replying to her texts and leave your read receipts on.
They were like zombies, but instead of eating her flesh, they’d walk up and say something dumb to her.
“Hey, I noticed you have a massive scar, but it looks good on you!”
Everyone cries while on a bus. You’re fine.
You make everything a solid 25% more awesome.
Thank you for never questioning, never judging, never prodding, never abandoning.
When you enter your late twenties, there’s an undeniable (albeit metaphorical) shift in the air.
Coworkers often mistake my naturally dry delivery for callousness, so that even an expression of genuine concern is met with a “knowing” look and I die a bit inside, because my sarcastic personality is mixed with the deadly combination of being a people pleaser.
When you hate people, talking to them can be a fate worse than death.
Q: What do you say when you don’t want to go to yoga?
A: Namaste at home.