They say youth is wasted on the young. They might be right.
Please give me those five minutes back.
The streets of neighborhoods that held you like arms in the quiet dark have found you again, and they are relentless.
Firstly, I want you to know that you shouldn’t believe everything you see – even the things with perfect Valencia filters and the most witty captions.
Whatever the hell kind of dating/romance dynamic we’re in.
Time waits for no man, but when you are nineteen, perhaps it pauses for just a second.
Today, you have these people. Tomorrow, you may not. But during the time when they are a part of your life, they are or have been important. Why not make them feel that today, irrespective of what happens tomorrow?
Often we categorize time as the enemy. As an unwavering barrier that blocks us from accomplishing all of our dreams and goals. But time is not an enemy here. In fact, there really is no enemy.
I am done with the stupid excuse of having no time; it is time to own up to who I really am. I have the time.
How lazy are you?