One month, three months, two years later, no matter how much time has passed the one you thought you were already over somehow pops back into your head like an unwanted advertisement on your favorite Pandora station.
When you wish your dark brown hair were blonde and your brownish eyes were blue, remember that it doesn’t matter.
Sometimes inspiration is hard to find. Indulge!
My love would be a cave. There’s beauty that lives there, but it often thrives in the darkness.
I’m sort of seeing someone. This is definitely a lie, and you are more single than ever, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Before you go out with your friends you dance around in your bathroom mirror, a glass of Pinot Grigio resting on your sink, and “What Makes You Beautiful” is blasting in the background, and of course you’re singing along.
Don’t you cry for the lost. Smile for the living. Get what you need and give what you’re given. Life’s for the living so live it, or you’re better off dead.
They will write you as one of their fictional characters, and could possibly become a best seller because of it.
You pretend to like people who made your life a living hell just to be civil.
1. How many alcoholic drinks you consume each week. “Two glasses of wine Friday and Saturday.” Meanwhile, you’re barhopping with your…