The God’s honest truth is that I wonder how you can make life better for someone else when you’re still feeling the tremendous loss of someone you love(d).
You listen to her voice mails a little less. You put away the photo albums, but you can’t bring yourself to throw out the yogurt she still had sitting in your fridge all those months ago.
I’m pretty sure Idris Elba is an absolute doll in real life, but at Dunder Mifflin, the man has got some issues.
You see said baby and think to yourself, “Yeah, I could do this. Look at these little feet. And toes. And oh my god – did she just poop herself?”
He looked at me like I was something to waste; something to toss aside, something to destroy.
Don’t constantly be moving on to the next thing.
For just tonight, I want us to be free – care less about what will be, and who we’ll become because those days of carefree nights and lives lived from worry will be in front us, smacking us with their cold and bitter reality.
Just like sex sells, so do tabloids and sadly, the written word is becoming less “written” and more clickbait.
Growing up, I had the image that by now, at twenty-seven years old, I’d be a successful writer living in New York City with a cute house, a handsome mate, and a life I wasn’t struggling to adapt to.
I chose to ignore what I wasn’t ready to accept: my mother was dying.