what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.
If she’s too good for you, my god, don’t leave her. Make an effort to be good enough instead.
Not everyone will stick around. Maybe that’s a blessing in disguise.
I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.