Kendra Syrdal

Here’s hoping that someday you see this. That someday, you can finally hear everything I never said.

If you were a PoliSci major, everyone hates you on Facebook.

When you stop dating an oldest child, you lose someone who instantaneously made your life better simply by being in it.

They don’t “do” feelings. They claim to be above them, more “evolved” than people who wear their hearts on their sleeve.

This is maybe the most elegant ‘fuck you’ that’s ever been delivered.

Sure, I want you to like me. But if you don’t, I’m not going to lose sleep over it. Sure, I want the work that I produce to resonate with you. But if it doesn’t, I’ll be okay.

If you crowdsource for something you yourself should be funding, you lack a lot of self-awareness and you’re f*cking selfish.

“I was a little shit and I wish I could go back in time and punch myself in the dick.”

When you love a girl who is used to being on her own, you’re loving a girl who is scared by the possibility of ever having to relearn how to do that. You’re saying, “Please let me in,” while she’s saying, “Please don’t go.”

Sometimes, when it’s late at night and I can’t sleep and leaving Netflix on for just another minute feels like too much, I start to miss you.

A health sciences major is going to end up the victim of “friendly” fire, due to the survivors of the movie ASSUMING they are the killer.

Because everything’s more fun with alcohol.