Exact Feeling Of Looking At A Selfie Of You In Bed
A google image result of water taken at the eye level of a swimmer maybe.
A google image result of water taken at the eye level of a swimmer maybe.
Everything is fine.
The kind of woman who can feel confident her life is going to look like Diane Keaton’s in The Family Stone in a few decades.
There is doubt. There is so much doubt. But there is also certainty.
The kind of guy you write love poems about sleeping next to for three years after you stop speaking to him.
Today’s fear is the fear that I am going to regret most of the decisions I am making right now.
Women are made up of things that make me want to spend a hundred years learning how to love so that I can be better at loving them all.
In four years does Raven really want to be with a 40-year-old man??
I wake up to a text from my friend on the west coast about last night’s episode of Girls.
An addiction memoir for girls who suspected those that talk about how their lives have changed because of yoga or green juice or jesus to be completely full of shit.