12 Ways To Make The End Of Summer Infinitely Better Than Last Year
Stop worrying about that “perfect summer body.”
Stop worrying about that “perfect summer body.”
To be honest, I still occasionally struggle with this. I remember the first time I referred to my mother and stepdad as “my parents” it felt a little like I was cheating on my father’s memory. Was it okay? Was I allowed to have a place in my heart for another dad?
I don’t know why I keep thinking pain means romance. Or sacrifice means “I want you” but maybe I’ll start going back to therapy tomorrow. Or next week. It’s just so easy when we make couches here. We’re just so good at being bad for each other.
Because we all deserve a bangin’ soundtrack when we’re…well…bangin’.
When you meet someone new and realize you share the same music taste, you full on FREAK OUT. It becomes the “Oh my god, do you listen to ____?” hour.
Your crushes last a really, really, reaaallly long time.
Someone mentions a previous joke and this sudden rush of nostalgia hits you both. You’re laughing at the sheer memory of the joke, not even the joke itself.
His heart is still breaking for the girl before and I let him cry on my shoulder. I rub his back as he speaks about her. I only cry when I’m back in my car.
I’ll give you the best I’ve got, until I’m out of breath with loving everyone else too much. Starting to notice footprints on my back.
“We’re fighting because you’re a moron.”