Things We Did Before Falling Out Of Love
I taught you how to rock climb. You taught me how to love.
I taught you how to rock climb. You taught me how to love.
We have to keep celebrating life in order to pay proper tribute to the horrible parts.
The world doesn’t need one more half-asleep person typing carelessly away at one more project that will be finished with a sense of indifference.
We are playing the musical chairs version of intimacy and it’s leaving us all with bruised bottoms. When the music stops, who’s all alone? Who is the last Serial Single left standing?
I may be a globe-trotting hippie making minimum payments on my student loans while teaching overseas regularly, but my brother is a high-ranking investment banker who makes more in a year than I will probably make my whole life. It could be argued with fervor that my brother is not grasping life by its reins and that I am.
3. Work on a Cruise Ship.