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.
“Do I talk to and treat myself like I’m my own best friend?”
Setting yourself (and your skin!!) up for some successful years to come is what your twenties really are all about.
It really does baffle me that two people who are essentially opposites can be like puzzle pieces. Even though we clash in so many ways, we’re still part of each other.
You need to stop insisting that things are “out of your control.”
The most magical thing about living your ideal life is the sheer fact that it likely will look nothing like what you thought it would.
I think this is the part where we’re supposed to lock eyes in a crowded place, and then everything around us blurs and Sam Smith swells and it’s like we’re the only people in the room.
Don’t be fucking rude.
“It’s the only way to leave. ‘I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.'”