"everything I like is either expensive, illegal or won’t text me back"
I want a hot body but I also want my cheese fries
If you can laugh with your girl during sex then you found a keeper.
"I’m sitting here licking the blood off of my lips, waiting for the pain in my chest to subside. I can’t stop remembering the time we sat in that coffee shop comforted in hot sticky mocha air. You kept making faces at me, seemingly trying to distort your looks. I thought you were goofy and I laughed as you asked me through a crooked smile, “would you still love me if I looked like this?” I replied with the same answer every time: “of course, I will love you no matter what.” My god in that moment I would’ve never thought what I think now, but I can see it all so clearly a whole year later. That girl was going to leave me, and boy, she did. But in that moment I should have seen it. I should have seen it in her eyes when they locked with mine, asking me such a ridiculous question. She had no idea what it was like to love someone with every ounce of being you are. She didn’t know the amount of times you’d have to tear yourself apart, knock down your own dreams, and fucking sacrifice, to love somebody that much and that wholeheartedly. That excruciating pain lingers in the depths of my nightmares and the way my voice cracks before I cry. It’s the reason I relate to the wind when it’s screaming, knocking on my window. My god, we’re so alone."
“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”
—Anna Quindlen, from Every Last One (Random House, 2010)
please let me know you’re still here. this hurts too much