The thing is, this world is full of narcissism. It’s a world that doesn’t look beyond physical appearances. It’s a world where a story like Beauty and the Beast is a true fairy tale because we are surrounded by thoughts that marrying a Beast is seen as an act of charity and not true love.
Sometimes I wonder if I loved too hard in the past and that I kind of just used it all up, like a tank of gas.
Some people learned how to cook from their parents. You learned how to order chinese takeout. And that skill has served you well.
I’m holding off because you aren’t here. You’re behind texts and unbooked plane tickets and not holding my hand or pouring your own glass of Pinot Grigio. You’re past highways and speeding tickets, instead of rolling over in my bed from across 600 sq ft and shooting that stupid, stupid smile in my direction.
I would dance more because there is no better time to learn to feel less awkward in your own skin than when you’re drunk at a bar at age 22.
She was facing away from us, as Frank approached her he asked if everything was okay, she sort of stopped crying and rolled over. When she did a wave of horror came over me, she was super pale, covered in blood and was just staring behind us.
Planning a vacation brings its own stresses: Where to go, how to get there and who take with you. So. Many. Decisions.
“I’m very in tune with people around me, especially the ones I care about and want to help.”
The problem isn’t money, or know-how, or knowledge, and for most people, it also isn’t time. The problem is fear.
You’re still not going to be looked at like a Giselle or an Angelina. Nope. You’re going to be greeted with an, “Awwww! Babe!” because you have a baby face. And there’s really no way to be a sexy baby.
