I’m living in a hookup culture and I hate it.
I wonder if any woman’s heart is able to refrain from giving them too much credit to soon.
But just because she falls hard doesn’t mean she’s picturing her wedding day and picking out baby names. Just because she likes someone doesn’t mean she wants to marry him.
Sometimes people don’t realize what they have until it’s gone.
Stop putting expectations, assumptions, and/or timelines on anything to do with the person you’re “seeing” or “talking to.”
The time is 2:19 a.m. and I sit sullenly at my sad excuse for a desk, typing, backspacing, typing, backspacing. My vocabulary escapes me at this hour. All I want is to fall into purple-hazed dreams and maybe not feel what it feels like to want and want so desperately that it stings. I think back to old friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies (if there is such a thing anymore) and I try to imagine what they think of me now.