Now, here’s the thing—you can’t just outright give your scrappy 20-something a job with their dream employer. They will want to earn it (as well they should).
You will honestly have entire days in which you will forget that you are broken. There will, of course, be cracks, but everyone has cracks. Nobody is without their flaws. And holding yourself to some impossible standard without those flaws will get boring after a while.
Listen, if you’re not gonna be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.
These photos don’t show the fights our friends have with their boyfriends and girlfriends, the hour-long wait they endured to even sit at the bar of that restaurant, or the credit card bill that came with those shoes.
Offering to take them to to the zoo, the movies, or even out to lunch will A, make them feel like a mini-grown up; B, make them feel cool enough to hang with grown ups; C, give their parents a much-needed afternoon to themselves.
We couldn’t let everything fall to fate, and hope that infatuation alone would keep us afloat. I would have to learn how to be patient, and there would be things about me you’d find less than wonderful, too.
You want to know how you earn food? You breathe. You live. You deserve calories just by virtue of the fact that you exist. Not for any other reason.
You share cabs and don’t ask them to split the difference, but they make a point to pay you back anyway.
Two people’s citizenship holds little bearing on whether or not they are allowed to fall in love.
Any orange cat not named Crookshanks is missing out on a prime naming opportunity, in your opinion.