“So you throw a few cans in your bag and head over to the Library, Natty Ice is almost water anyways, right? Wrong.”
I’ve read tons of posts on being young and in love and consumed well-meaning advice on whether or not we (me and my fellow twenty-somethings) should get married young. And I’ve come to one shocking conclusion: It really doesn’t matter whether or not someone is getting engaged before 23, 25, or at any damn point in their twenties.
I hope you know you’ll always be my little sister. The one whose baby-walker I taped a ‘kick me’ sign onto. The one whose hair I always tied in pigtails and dressed in frilly dresses.
Panicked text messages: ‘Should I do dinner and drinks with him?? Yes? No??? Answer me!!!’
“Do you really expect Cam to finish all that homework? He has football practice every night! I don’t think you teachers understand that students have lives outside of school.”
You’ll miss just knowing she’s there.
Thank them for dropping literally everything from the project they were in the middle of to hear what’s going on in your world.
“Do you do drugs, like, all the time?”
Why, as women, do we love heels so much? Because with a simple pair we are transformed. We’re not just women. Suddenly we’re bada** b*tches with a purpose.