This was the boy I’d lusted after for a year and a half, laid bare by his own admissions on a website, so what would he have been like to actually date?
Shoes are made for walking, so why wear shoes that it hurts to walk in?
12. If I join too many extra-curricular activities, can I quit some without people being weird and resenting me for it?
I am definitely not still mentioning your name in conversation, and then catching myself doing it.
She is the big sister I never had, and she has shaped me more than any other person outside my family.
This must be something else if it’s not heartbreak. Heart-scraped knees. Heartbruise.
The problem with house parties full of drunken loved-up 18-year-olds is they seem to be filled with an urge to matchmake everyone.
I honestly can’t imagine ever living in the real world, full of bills and deadlines and social expectations. Maybe that’s what appeals so much about writing.
On a first date, I realised midway through that I was wearing a strappy dress, and hadn’t shaved my armpits. Cue awkwardly refusing to raise my arms for the rest of the night.
“Actually, what I really want to know is — how do two girls actually have sex?” he asked, and for a split second I imagine bludgeoning him over the head with the pool cue in my hand.