I judge people based on their footwear.
He was a profile on a shattered screen; I was a name in Helvetica in his recommended likes. We are our illusions, and we have successfully deceived one another into some makeshift, one night love affair.
I thought that I would have surpassed the masses and carved out an exciting, edgy, unique career for myself that was full of self-gratification and jealously from my peers.
“Don’t make me feel guilty for leaving a party early. It already takes strength for me to do that on my own with everyone staring at me.”
Wake up a bit earlier everyday. From 8, make it 7, from 7 make it 6.
My friends enabled me to download Tinder/OK Cupid/Coffee Meets Bagel/etc. They even swiped for me because I was so jaded about the whole idea of using those apps in the first place.
He never calls you buddy or pal. He never mentions how you’re just like a sister to him either, because he doesn’t want you to see him that way.
She makes disturbing jokes that some people find… distasteful. Her sense of humor is dark.
Why are you with her? When did you guys become a thing? Did it start whilst we were together? Endless questions I could ask. Things that haunt my thoughts, but find no answer.
When we’re ‘at home’ we’re not really. Our imaginations never stray far from the farthest flung places, both those visited and those yet to be found. We hate few things in life, other than sitting idly by, letting moments drift past. We can’t help but wonder when we’ll wander again.