He just wanted me to feel safe. He just made me feel safe.
I still haven’t unpacked from getting back from LA. I got back over a week ago.
It’s not your problem if someone is wrong about you, and you don’t need to waste your energy or time trying to list all of the reasons why they’re wrong.
You don’t force him to see you as anything but this one-dimensional sex object that he wants. You don’t push it. You don’t ask questions. Honestly you don’t ask for anything.
Each of TC’s writers goes in on what their first beauty splurge really was!!
I don’t sit in a chair for 5 hours every 5 weeks to be someone’s Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
For as long as I can remember I’ve associated a mask as something for when you’re doing the ultimate amount of ~lounging~, of ~relaxing~, of ~ultimtely luxuriating yourself.~
We ate watermelon in bed and I still stalk her on Instagram.
More! Working! Women! Who! Love! Their! Careers! Like! A! Partner! Please!
And yes—this could very easily turn into a BIG HUGE AMAZING AND PROFOUND metaphor about how we’re all allowed to start over. But I’m not going to go there.