It’s meeting someone who is blunt and honest and it’s so unusual so we label them with clingy than run after the same person who keeps us guessing.
Who knows if he meant what he said when he was drunk, who knows if that sex meant anything, who even knows if he’s talking to someone else?? Maybe you’re not the only girl he’s ‘talking to’ but you can’t ask because once again that makes you look fucking CRAZY.
Whether you’re currently dating someone or not (your Instagram reveals that you may be), I’m sorry, I don’t have an open-door policy, and I already have drinks on the books for tonight.
Treat the first date like an interview.
Marathon all of Nick Cage’s movies. Every. Single. One.
You don’t need the emptiness of another swipe–you need the fullness of your Savior.
“If she is rude to waiters, flight attendants, sales clerks, etc.”
I’ll never understand why you have to send less emojis so you don’t sound too excited.
Sometimes I feel like my mind can’t really comprehend the games, the mixed signals, the low investment and the tests we put each other through to make sure this is not just another heartbreak in disguise.
We are too eager for a quick fix. For a warm body to lay next to at night. And just as easily, we are all too quick to go, to leave, and to run. We run from the one thing that we keep saying that we truly want.