I tried to be normal and I failed. Believe me, I wish I could succeed at being normal.
If an idea is good, money is a side effect. Ideas are the real currency.
He doesn’t love me enough, you muse, with sadness so crisp that it could turn tears into snowflakes.
Give yourself permission to reject calls and leave text messages unattended. The world won’t die.
Parents are always an issue.
I feel energy. It’s not mine, it’s his. His hand is comforting my thigh and that brings warmth. But he still doesn’t get it. How could he?
There’s something ultimately so comforting and refreshing about shared silences.
The person you love should be able to cater support when you need it, especially when you’re too down to ask for it.
What we almost always forget is that it takes money to travel.
Return an email to someone from 10 years ago that you’ve never returned.