I don’t believe in fate or destiny or some kind of magical “right” timing, but I do think sometimes things come together and make sense.
Finding an acceptable reason to incorporate a tie into my wardrobe.
Learn to stare out into the night sky, sometimes through tears, not knowing a goddamn thing. Let that become your mantra. I don’t know. Find peace in the truthfulness of it.
I want to be loved in a tenderly – by lips that part not in order to speak but to take my own between them and tell me the secret, heartfelt things for which there are no words.
Are Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt back together because I’m Team Angelina at this point.
Like even though I was gently nestled within the safety of my down comforter, it felt as if someone had literally just been trying to kill me.
But I think the bluntest people are people who understand what it is to feel nothing. They know that being numb is worse than getting hurt.
“And my hair – only my hair, nothing else – looked drunk.”
My friends know this is a problem. They know how unhappy I am. I’m so embarrassed that I haven’t been able to cut him out of my life, but I’m just not able to cut him off completely.
Yes this article is mostly going to be about my face, but, what can I say? I am a self-obsessed Millennial, so I’m going to talk about it anyway.