For years, I slept on bloody sheets once every month, with ghostly white one covering the single window in my room every night. At first, I thought of it as something I had to do, simply because my mother said it was best for me.
“We stood there in a lake of blood watching a man pull his guts from himself.”
To the boy who sat next to me on that airplane, thank you for restoring my faith in men.
When forced to spent time apart, you’ll miss your partner like crazy and kind of wonder what happened to the independent person you once were, but also kind of love the fact that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
If you were Myers-Briggs Personality Type INTJ, what choice would you have besides quickly assuming control of the world, driven by your inescapable psychological affliction of “preferring a good book over a Broadway show”?
Having crushes in your twenties is so easy and blissful, they’re not serious and that’s such a great feeling.
I don’t want our love to be comfortable. For us to describe ourselves as fine, good, happy. Life is too short for good, fine, and happy.
Do I feel secure and validated in my own skin, or do I still crave a significant other’s approval?
After his parents died, because his father had decided to drive six whiskeys deep, he claimed every unexplained creak and groan was a sign. But back when I worked at Toys R Us, everyone had thought the place was haunted, too. There would be stories wherever you went.
To the untrained eye, she didn’t look dead. She looked very much alive, in fact, but even the most oblivious of persons would be able to tell that she was… different. I could feel it as she stared at me, her eyes unblinking.
You’re close with your parents and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Calling them and talking about anything and everything (and sometimes nothing) is near and dear to your heart.
They say it’s about loving someone’s flaws. Loving someone because they are a painting of beautifully unique imperfections. But when do you finally hear that their heart is the one that beats in harmony with yours?
In an almost surreal fashion, these ten terminally ill people shared their experiences with life, death, and dying. Some of them are still with us, some of them have since passed away, but all their stories are tremendously moving.
Don’t call me at night if you don’t plan on calling me every night. Don’t make me fall asleep thinking of you if you don’t plan on reminding me in the morning that you were thinking of me too.
Some associate being a free spirit with a wardrobe of linen smocks and Birks. But it’s more than that. It requires courage in the face of all odds. It means walking on a path of uncertainty with no one but yourself for support. It is the constant desire and chasing of freedom for your soul.
“I’m always impressed if a buddy brings a new girl around and she can just walk around and socialize without needing to be standing next to him or clinging to him the entire time. If she just goes off on her own and introduces herself to people, I immediately like her.”
