Kate Bailey

You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger.

Your natural hair color will always be most flattering.

Pull them closer in their sleep.

Straightforwardly asking someone out and not calling it “hanging out.”

The disturbing ways they start to resemble your mother, in habits and appearance.

When you realize that a relationship is more about convenience than desire.

The novelty of the 21st birthday wears off quickly.

You went through an angsty phase where you tried to sell your new sibling.

The unmatched healing power of friends who say, “Remember when you felt this way about so-and-so? I do. Eventually you’ll feel the same way about this one too.”

Being young enough to be misguided and directionless and have it still, somehow, be fairly acceptable.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.

“Lol.” You’re not laughing out loud. In fact, your facial expression probably hasn’t even changed slightly.

Your parents are questioning your sexuality.

You have a zombie survival guide. A hard copy. You know why it can’t be digital.

Yeah, Sleeping Beauty has class in the morning.

Do not actually do anything that makes it seem like you’re hitting on them.

Even your Netflix queue mocks you.

“You’re too pretty to be gay!”