I’ve had really high standards my entire life—not only for boys, but more importantly for people in general. For the way the that people treat me, for the way that people treat each other, for how I treat other people, for myself, for my work, for my morality, for other people’s morality, for…basically everything. And, I think that’s good. I encourage you to have high standards, especially in the face
Unlike most writers, I have a lot of trouble writing when I’m sad. I feel like, more often than not, artists are good at pushing out content when they’re upset because writing about something means not only constraining it to words, but also giving it away to someone else. Since experiences and feelings are by default inexplicable—after all, no explanation of an experience or feeling can measure up to the
The greatest and most terrible part of getting awkwardly close to being in an official relationship is hearing the uncomfortable excuses that people come up with to avoid taking the plunge. Still, we all ultimately get the feeling that no matter the excuse, it all just comes down to whether or not that person likes you enough to dive into boyfriend/girlfriend land. So, to help make sense of it all,
Shout out to all my ex boyfriends for making this post possible! Kidding…kind of. I’ve seen a bad breakup or two (or five) and although I’m on good terms with most of my exes, this post is based entirely on the true story of my life. All of the below things have either happened to me, or are things that I’ve done. So, without further ado… Fourteen Things You Can’t Do
I once took a course in college taught by the strangest little man I’d ever seen. He was very smart and I respected the heck out of him, despite the fact that he always wore pants that were entirely too tight (and, ironically, had the audacity to talk to us about libido). One thing he said to us toward the end of the class has stuck with me ever since