Ella Ceron

A selfie addict knows that every moment is a chance to make life more beautiful, not just more efficient.

That being a mess is endearing.

They do not reach out. We do not reach out. The numbers just take up space, trophies of successful nights out and vague reminders of hangovers we have long since gotten over.

“You think you’re a nice guy and maybe you are, but you’re not a good guy. Good guys don’t use people to ‘figure things out’ or as rebounds or replacements. You’re not a good guy and your niceness doesn’t make up for it.”

“Sometimes I wish my boyfriend would randomly come home with flowers for me. I see guys with bouquets on the bus every now and again, and whether it’s for an anniversary or a birthday or not, it just seems like a really cute gesture.”

You put yourself out there. You risked your emotions, you became vulnerable, and by investing your happiness in a completely different person outside yourself, you took a huge leap of faith. Sometimes we fall from those.

“If a girl is wearing a white tank top, like the ones from Target or whatever, it’s the hottest thing in the world.”

Chocolate. Covered. Potato. Chips.

Always being the person who initiates everything.

It hurts to realize that not only are you not needed by someone who you so desperately need, but that you’re not wanted, either. And all we ever really want is to be wanted.

The humility to admit when they were the one who screwed up, and enough love for you to give you the apology you deserve with absolutely zero strings attached.

Just because she runs around in sweats and spandex all the time doesn’t mean she doesn’t like an excuse to get dressed up every once in a while.