Tough love is not going to cut it here; it’s actually going to make things worse. So a tough girl needs to learn how to be soft again.
I didn’t know what to call it at first. But I felt it. Almost right away.
While I may not technically have a name, because I am an inanimate object, I would like to formally introduce myself, since this is a professional letter, as Shailene Woodley’s Pillowcase.
Let me help you recapture your millennial audience by letting you help me become a functioning adult. I desperately want to become a morning person.
A diary is where you document your highs and lows in the ink color of your choosing. A calendar contains all of the in betweens.
Italian: Going to confession.
Ja, Männer können Brünetten sein. (Yes, men can be brunettes.)
5. The Sixth Sense: Something about their lips is giving you a weird feeling. You’re not quite sure if they’re dead or alive.
There are fingers in my hair. They run along the line where my forehead and hairline meet and the backs of my earlobes. The fingers are sweet and soft. The fingers are kind.
The anger made my blood boil. The blood helped the rest of my muscles loosen. Slowly, I let my body take up the natural physical space it’s meant to occupy.