Your heart is not made of glass. It doesn’t break just because it hurts. It’s not beyond repair just because it feels a little bruised.
When you drink red wine you know it stains your lips, and your bed sheets when excitement disables you.
Gather your friends together and get ready to say goodbye to 2017 (thank god) — and, you know, get drunk while you’re at it.
With enough craftiness, I can too make these plates that will remind me to live, laugh, and love when all my life makes me want to do is die, cry, and lock myself in the bathroom to make hate-filled poops.
Remember how precious your truth is, and don’t be afraid to choose from your highest perspective.
ESFP: A burst of multicolored confetti. The sound of laughter pouring out of a pub. Splitting fries with your friends while sitting on a curb.
Baby it’s a metaphor and I’m metaphorically meaning that I could never get you with your guard down.
This whole Face ID thing is gonna get messy fast.
I craved the numbing, the distraction, the occupancy of my time, with something that could take me away from what I was really feeling: loneliness.
The “almost relationship” that lasted for three years: Gnocchi with a shit ton of butter and herbs, paired with Bud Lite Lime because you’re ORIGINAL.