That’s The Problem With Falling In Love.

You Bring Your Own Weather To The Picnic.

No, I Don’t Live In Heartache. I Don’t Cry Myself To Sleep Or Any Of That. I Am, I Tell Myself, Over It. But I Do Feel A Void, Icky As That Sounds. And—like It Or Not—i Still Think About Her Every Single Day.

...desperation Can Toy With You And If You Give Desperation Any Wiggle Room, It Will Find Alternative Answers

Amazing What We Can Self-rationalize When We Really Want Something

I Pretty Much Only Wear Lilly Pulitzer Ties Because My Best Friend Owns The Company.