The Problem With Knowing He Still Lives In This City
the problem with knowing he still lives in this city is that he was not supposed to be here.
the problem with knowing he still lives in this city is that he was not supposed to be here.
My sensitivity has allowed me to experience life vividly, never sitting on the sidelines. I feel it all – the good, the bad, the devastating, the miraculous.
I count back the boys who have tried to love me since you.
“Locker room banter” – as Trump says – is us ALLOWING behavior to be okay. It’s us saying, “They don’t mean it!” when they absolutely do.
“Get under someone else!”
Maybe we only get one in this lifetime. Maybe I should just be happy I ever got a chance with the real thing.
It’s important to remember that no matter what we believe, we can all come together and find common ground in our collective thirst.
Ask if they want to watch a Harry Potter marathon.
I’m 24 and feel like my limbs are being pulled in different directions at once. I am old enough to know I should be doing certain things, but not old enough that they feel attainable. I’m in limbo.
There’s a missed call. It’s from your mom. Part of you doesn’t want to call back. Part of you wants to pretend it never happened.