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.
Let the agony, the obsession, consume you. Nothing hurts quite as exquisitely as loving someone who doesn’t love you.
When faced with the daunting prospect of retracing a career path, the only thing that will keep us from breaking down and crying in public is pursuing something we love with the unrelenting enthusiasm of a child.
You can’t run from who you are. Not your brain, not your inclinations, or your experience.
A person with unreasonably high expectations is a person who demands to have everything they want, whereas a person who settles is compromising the things they deserve.
Here I am, trying out the couple thing, which I can only compare to learning a foreign language as an adult: when you’re young, the knowledge seems to seep in by osmosis, but it becomes a conscious learning effort once you’re older and set in your ways.
Guess this will teach you not to let yourself go just because you’re in a relationship. Wanna come with me to Pilates tomorrow?