Drunk arguments. Becoming a foodie. Passive-aggression.
I feel things. Like, really feel them. I am constantly feeling. If someone is crying in front of me, I cry harder and louder. I am always crying—metaphorically and literally. My soul is so, so old.
Wesley, 2.5/5 stars. Why he doesn’t have 0/5 stars: He put four of his business cards in the fishbowl to win a free happy hour and promised you were invited if he won.
You were way more emotionally invested in him than he was in you. Mostly because he didn’t know who you were. And also because you just fell in love with his Twitter.
Ignoring you and all other responsibilities is how I recharge. So you have to let me do it. And you can’t get mad at me.
They’re the best source of comfort to you during your lowest moments.
If guys can still wear fuckin’ cargo shorts, we 110% can wear pants with holes in them. Cargo shorts have 87 different sized pockets. Destroyed denim allows us the small victory of only needing to shave our knees.
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Wrestle your friends—but, like, only when you’re drunk and bored and when it just makes sense to do so in the moment.
We find ways to unify and come together by expressing our thoughts and by voicing our ideas. When there’s silence, there’s nothing to join in solidarity with. There’s nothing to grow from.