Meaning that Louisa May Alcott, Janet Reno, Jane Austen, Coco Chanel and Oprah, all of whom never married, are losers. Queen Elizabeth the First. You’re a loser. Joan of Arc. Loser. Maureen Dowd. BIG FUCKING FIRECROTCH LOSER. Who has even heard of the New York Times, anyway?
you can’t be a queen if there is a king in the picture.
If you are reading this, you have survived your entire life up until this point.
You have survived traumas, heartbreak, devastation, the elements, different phases of life. And here you are.
You go, motherfucker. You’re awesome.
1. Party moderately, until moderation doesn’t suffice.
2. Party heavily until you can’t take it.
3. Party a little more.
4. Somehow find your way back the next day.
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. I don’t intend to live a life without bruises and pain, but I do intend for my bruises to make me a stronger, more interesting person.
My new mantra::
I am worth loving and I deserve someone who does it well
When I was crying originally about nick bringing up the whole “ending things after Christmas” thing, McCall asked me a great question. If things work out down the road, would I consider moving somewhere solely because of him? I honestly think I would. Assuming nothing crazy or big happens between then and now, I feel like I am confident enough in us that we would work it out if given the right time and place. I guess after this week I will hopefully know more, but from this side, I would like to think that it works out.