Kate Bailey

Go slow. Even if you like it fast and passionate and breathless and rough, pace yourself, take it as slowly as you can. Every grab and squeeze becomes so much more intense when it’s slow and intentional.

What they say: “I’m so awkward, lol.” // What they actually mean: “I’m hot and wear glasses from time to time.”

“I just want someone who knows what she wants in life, but mostly because I have no idea what I want in life.”

“Do people actually enjoy going out?”

You bicker like an old married couple, and over all the old-married-couple things: “No, seriously, borrow my sweater!” “You can have my fries, I swear I don’t want them!” “White wine is FINE, really!” “Okay, are you sure? I love you.”

“Boys sag, men buy what fits.”

In school, you weren’t quite “cool” but you weren’t exactly a complete outcast either. You were an in-between floater. The people who only attract the people they aren’t attracted to always are.

Actually make that harassing, “I’m always going to come first” speech you’ve talked about to a significant other/husband or wife-to-be.

You consider your own mother one of your biggest role models and influencers.

You’ve split up — often unpredictably and unexpectedly.

Came up with “names” for your groups like, “The Feisty Five” and then proceed to write those people’s initials in your AIM profile.

Convincing yourself that any and every subtweet, even from the mildest of acquaintances, is somehow about you.

Ignoring texts for hours and days at a time not because you hate people, but because you just really don’t want to have to lie about what you’re doing to get out of having to go out.

For being the only people in the world to not judge how much you ate on any given night/fast food/pizza run.

You always feel as though you’re being overlooked by your romantic interest of choice for that one person who’s just a little bit better in all these random, little ways.

“What are you doing?” “Nothing… I’m just sitting at home… but like, because I want to.”

You don’t bicker like siblings as much as you do like an old married couple (but like family, nonetheless.)

Even after spending just a day apart, someone texts: “Oh my god I have SO MUCH TO TELL YOU.”