A man who cares isn’t callous. A man who cares isn’t selective. A man who wants you doesn’t ask you to jump through hoops.
Find someone who knows the heartbreak of your past and doesn’t hold it against you. Someone who tries and puts your self-doubting and overthinking mind to rest.
440 Lorimer Street. Back to Brooklyn. I wore the same green dress all the time, and supported myself handing out flyers in Times Square for an off-Broadway show about Elvis. I had to wear a poodle skirt. I spent all my earnings on cheap wine and cocaine.
Let’s find strength in one another. Let us hope together. Let us make up for all the lost moments in our lives—all the times we spent apart.
How about instead of me pretending to like sports, you pretend to vehemently hate them?
Maybe forever isn’t what you thought it would be. Maybe it’s something so much more.
Seeing only the top of the pyramid of a work of art, or a business, or an invention, or an idea, misses the beauty of the entire pyramid.
Brb, gonna go text all my exes.
Feeling guilty about feeling happy.
2017, you showed me how to love myself across months of confusion, mayhem, and sorrow.