I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
There are so many pops and cracks, you’d think I was a walking pile of rap music record albums.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.