Good Girls are Bad Girls

Lmaoooo

you know you’re in love when you start picturing them everywhere with you: hugging you from behind as you push a cart down an aisle at the grocery store, singing along to your favorite song with you from the passenger’s seat of your car, sitting on your couch reading a book when you come home. that’s how you know.

someone: speaks louder than normal with a slightly aggressive tone me: here come the tears

nothing is more satisfying than knowing someone will be with you through thick and thin

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important

You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?

i have but i also have, like, real problems

what even is “the real college experience”?? is it crying?? is it netflix?? is it discovering an unknown temple in the middle of the campus??

Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last.