Remember when you were that kid who used to snort Pixy Stix at elementary school birthday parties and you thought you were so cool and totally not a burgeoning cocaine addict? Well, now there are ~cooler~ things for kids to inhale.
Dreaming of forever, not having tomorrow.
Sorry, not sorry.
A good person doesn’t use your kindness against you by begging for second and third chances they know they don’t deserve.
You make me laugh until my stomach aches and my snorting makes you laugh even harder. With you I feel like even the most inconvenient of moments are not only tolerable , but easy to get through because we do it together. You’re my teammate, my partner in crime, safety net and best friend.
After years of holding office jobs would you choose to make the proverbial career jump into Fantasyland? I did just that. When I did, people thought I was snorting pixie dust.
He gets texts from numbers he swears he has never seen before. And he claims that he’s never even met the girl who just added him on Facebook. He acts clueless in order to get away with his bullshit.
Sometimes I consider pretending morning never arrived. I can slip back to sleep and blame it on an eternal nighttime. If I shut the blinds, who could even tell the difference?
Don’t let the fear win. The fear of rejection. The fear of being led on and lied to. The fear of falling madly in love and having it all yanked away from you as soon as you’re getting comfortable.
“Me: ‘That gap between your front teeth, now that is kinda cute.’
Her: ‘I…have a gap between my front teeth???’
Me: ‘Err, maybe…’”