It’s just after midnight when your phone chimes with the noise of a new text message, that gratifying sound that lets you know someone out there is thinking of you.
“Can I tell you a secret? You have to promise not to tell though, do you promise?”
Although fashion enthusiasts are often pegged as stupid and superficial, I’d like to argue that we know a lot about love, and about what it means to want something special.
A year later, my friend is no longer selling hamburgers and fries, but is instead selling Google Glass to developers. I kid you not. Moral of the story? Be great in everything you do, because you could be rewarded at any time.
There are no universals when it comes to art – some people will interpret your work favorably, and others will absolutely hate it.
He’ll go to the bar to get another drink, and then another, but that feeling will follow him when he goes home to bed alone that night.
A love which starts out unrequited and remains unrequited, however, is not beautiful. It’s a sick, twisted, ugly sort of love.
Unlike the majority of Americans, I do not make the resolution to go to the gym and lose weight on the first day of every New Year.
Once upon a time, I was a 23-year-old virgin. Now, I know that’s not insanely old, I don’t have anything on that 40-year-old virgin they made the movie about, but it *is* older than most people.
I vividly remember the buildup to the first “Wear Purple” Spirit Day in 2010, created days after Tyler Clementi took his own life after being ‘outed’ on the Internet by his college roommate.