17 Steps To A Successful Night Of Crying And *Feeling*
Oh wow, don’t they look happy in that picture? Oh, that’s sweet, they are still together! OH, AREN’T YOU SO HAPPY THEY ARE HAPPY AND IN LOVE HAHAH YAAAAA!!!
Oh wow, don’t they look happy in that picture? Oh, that’s sweet, they are still together! OH, AREN’T YOU SO HAPPY THEY ARE HAPPY AND IN LOVE HAHAH YAAAAA!!!
Your heart, your brain, your body, they all agreed. Yes, this is right. This is good. For once, everything inside you was on the same page.
We laughed when we learned the boy with sun-kissed cheeks and glasses had a crush on my mom.
She got lost exploring them. Lost in the woods, in the moss, in how wrong he was, in how right his eyes felt when they looked back into hers.
“I will never know the feel of human touch again! I will never love! I WILL DIE ALONE!!!” I continued, fanning myself with a scrunched up magazine.
“Oh yeah, everyone knows you like him.”
Next time we talk, I don’t wanna just talk, I wanna trust.
They got sucked into a Netflix binge and also didn’t want to put on pants.
I guess we were “talking” in that moment. I wasn’t sure what to call it. I was never sure what to call that kind of stuff.
When everything was the worst, but at least Larry understood you.