Finding a job is like having a job. It’s a tedious, demanding process that can sometimes drive you up a wall.
Life is all about your emotional response to a situation. Remember, in order to live a happy life, you need to make choices that will coincide with those goals.
You are my brilliant ending; my fairy tale amidst sappy Harlequin romance novels; a love that doesn’t compare to the words of Nicholas Sparks, of Emily Bronte, or John Green.
I hope that with love, your world can become a beacon of hope, a sanctuary for those whose lives are shrouded in fear. I hope your generation spreads more honesty about things that need to change.
When you see the girl with lilac lips and crooked teeth, you see the innocence radiating off her cheeks. I see the fear of never accomplishing what she covets most.
We used to be inseparable. You were like the sister I never had despite having an older sister of my own.
We’ve all been the girl who the guy is willing to bend over backwards for. We’ve all been the girl who acts bat shit crazy when she stumbles across a man she likes.
Every time I post something, I know that I am going to be slammed with insults over my writing first before I’m ever complimented for a job well done.
I admire how much you love your son. I can see how much you care for him. I want you to know that I think he’s very lucky to have you.
I never realized how messed up this bedroom was. Specs of dust covering the black TV stand lay in a thick layer on the second tier, which in the past three years, I’ve never even touched.