26 Things I Have Learned In 26 Years
Don’t waste your time with boys who don’t text you back.
Don’t waste your time with boys who don’t text you back.
I just want to stare at nothing listening to the sound of my own lungs and sleep until I can stop pretending to want to go to brunch or even that I give a damn, because I don’t.
The bed is still all yours and no one is eating your food. It’s kind of, and by kind of I mean totally, great.
Try as I might to erase every bit of you from my life, you still linger. I make a point to shove you out, to pretend you aren’t reality, but then I open my eyes and you are still here.
I think about what would have happened if I hadn’t been jaded, hadn’t been scarred, hadn’t been in such a damaged place when you finally said, “I want you.”
Yes, rejection hurts. Rejection from someone you were already close with hurts even more. But you don’t get to go around blaming her for something that was so out of her control.
The first time you kissed me was the last time something so trivial meant so much.
Almost take off a chunk out of your finger when you try to use a knife.
I approached five of my writer friends and colleagues with ten of the comments we all get every day and presented them with the unique opportunity to say whatever they wanted in response: no real names, no consequences, no filters allowed. Hilarity ensued.
Sriracha – He makes everything more exciting, more intoxicatingly delicious, but then you wake up the next morning with heartburn and regret everything. He’s the guy you know is going to hurt you but you keep going back for more.