When, at the very sight of a smile, a quivering lip, a furrowed brow, the words “I love you” rolls to the very tip of your tongue.
I panicked and gasped for air, unable to recognize myself, unwilling to recognize myself. Why did anyone ever love oneself so poorly?
Don’t deny yourself of feeling. Friends will tell you that your ex was not worth your time and not to waste any more time on that person; they say this because it hurts them to see you hurt.
Call your landlord. He will tell you that he will drop by two days away from this date with bait and traps. Luckily, you will have lost your sanity by then.
Wait some time before you start following your date on social media platforms — allow for a connection, chemistry, a mutual understanding of each other on a personal and real level before you take it to the internet.
We want love because we want to be understood, because we have been misunderstood for so long and we are so tired of being the only ones to understand ourselves.
When freelancing, you are often faced with the dilemma of having to do something that you don’t want to do, nothing morally opposing, but something that makes you feel like you need to compromise your truest self and you are forced to come out of your comfort-zone.
People over the age of 30 begin to take you seriously. They stop to listen to what you have to say. Your parents start to take you seriously, as well.
When I first moved to New York a few months ago, I lost my metro card that was meant to last me a month.
This is not about sex; this is about you, it is the resentment you feel toward yourself, like a despicable cancer spreading through your body, like a disease that must now be put to its death.