Drink your coffee out of your favorite colored mug.
Pretend you don’t see them. Once the Leader—probably named something like Brynlee—notices that you’re looking in the group’s direction, she will attack.
You’ve been at the bar for a while now, and this ~*~Fun Ladies Night Halloween~*~ has fully metamorphosed into a race to get guys dressed up as either Darth Vader or Ken Bone to buy you as many cranberry vodkas as your bladder can handle. You’re starting to feel the burn from fake-smiling at the guy who is currently explaining to you how private equity firms work.
Claire has only worked as an assistant for a couple weeks now, but has already deemed all PR employees as ~*~her people~*~.
That he used his sleeping app to wake him up at 4:30am (optimal REM cycles achieved) and then switched to his meditation app and meditated for 90 minutes this morning. You woke up at 6am and should feel unaccomplished.
Fluffy towels. Free shipping.
It’s great if you love yourself and know that you deserve the best kind of love out there, but if you don’t realize that you’re actually kind of an asshole yourself, then you’re probably the problem.
Breakfast consists of grabbing multiple handfuls of Cap’n Crunch Berries while you do your first scroll through Reddit. Memes are your true sustenance. You refrain from properly hydrating because it makes you think rationally.
You enjoy the temporary. You thrive in fleeting moments, in short-term planning, and in expiration dates. You don’t denounce things as failure because they didn’t last forever.
Depression isn’t beautiful. It’s ugly. It’s hideous to the point that when you’re taken over by it, people turn away. And nobody ignores beauty.