It happens, and I’ll shake it off eventually. I have permission to feel shitty about rejection, at least for a little while.
The first time you own a dog you end up realizing what love should be like: absolute, unconditional, and without judgment.
All my life people have told me that happiness is a choice; that it’s a journey and not a destination. When I was younger I never believed any of that. My mind has since changed.
Your masterpiece might not look the way you had always anticipated.
Here are some solid indicators that your significant other isn’t as emotionally invested as you are:
Let’s face it; life gets chaotic from time to time. But there are some people out there who enjoy it that way.
You promised to take your dog to the park this weekend since you’ve been at work every day, but your friend has tickets to this amazing show. Guess where you’re going? Park it is. Woof.
To start, let me be very clear: this legitimately happened and in no way is it a joke or form of revenge, even though my ex boyfriend is an absolutely awful person.
We are a generation very clearly obsessed with brunch. Sunday brunch is “our thing” and it’s not worth attending if it isn’t both boozy and bottomless.
You take your vitamins (even if they are the gummy kind.)