The Saddest Girls Wear The Brightest Lipstick
Strangers, honest strangers, are the most dangerous people there are.
Strangers, honest strangers, are the most dangerous people there are.
Your soggy twisted clothes are starting to get all pruney in the washing machine.
I’ll rest there for as long as you’ll let me, for as long as I can.
I had no game plan, no job, no permanent mailing address, no meal plan, no “first-year in the real world” advisor and no chance to claim a “grade forgiveness” if I messed up a semester of life.
2. People singing Happy Birthday to you, at work.
You have come to understand, that things just don’t fit here, in New York City.
2. You lost me at “My ex-girlfriend”
8. Our perception of “home” becomes all mangled.
You’ve never been the one to let go first.
I don’t mind wearing pants (that is, if you consider leggings pants), but I’m fed up with bras.