You say “couch,” they say “gigantic, all-purpose scratching post slash bed.”
Unrequited love — love from a distance — is safe, but it’s not really living.
In the world of American Apparel-curated Halloween costumes, you’ve deeply considered grabbing a gray hoodie and just calling yourself Rocky.
Sometimes it’s just good to talk AT someone even if they are, by all intents and purposes, a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter.
Write what you know, what you love, and not what you think other people want to hear.
Someone once told you that they’re “just not a coffee person” and you had to make a mental note never to trust that person again.
You deserve what drove Shakespeare to his sonnets and the Beatles to their lyrics.
Decide the girl who told you she got those really cute shorts here was either lying to you, or is a witch and can just summon the clutch pieces to her hand at will.
Was life uncontestedly better after Nick Cannon’s manifesto as a gigolo? Yes, it was.
You burned from both ends, but still, you burned.