Memorial Day weekend is the perfect time to sit back, relax, and dig into the pile of unread books you’ve been meaning to get to — or, you know, to buy a whole new book to devour instead.
I knew I was playing with fire the very moment I met you. If our love could only ever amount to destruction, I was ready to burn the whole fucking city to the ground.
With the ending (or, at least, the transitional period) of huge franchises like Marvel, Game of Thrones, and Star Wars, we have to come to terms with the fact that we’re going to have to say goodbye to some of our favorite characters.
It’s so easy to look into a mirror and criticize yourself, but what if you just… didn’t? What if you only let yourself wink and smile and say nice things? What if you admired your body for once?
A whole map of our relationship exists online somewhere; if I wanted to, I could follow the breadcrumbs back to the very first night I laid eyes on you.
There’s something so therapeutic about watching someone grow past their insecurities through the love and empathy of five total strangers who swoop into their lives to tell them that yes, you are good enough. Maybe it’s because, deep down, we all wish we could do the same.
I studied abroad in college and haven’t been able to stop talking about it since, so I guess you could say I’m That Bitch™.
I have a bad habit of creating temporary solutions for long-term problems, putting bandaids on broken bones and drinking away the pain.
I once had a 40-something professor who said he’d never date a woman over 25. Maybe that’s why this year feels like such an expiration date.
Grab some tissues and a bottle of wine, because it’s about to get emotional as fuck in here.