You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
I guess the house ate them.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
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.
We just literally moved yesterday. Half the things in this room are still covered in cellophane.
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.