Holly Riordan

I ended up sharing a house with my cousin down in New Orleans. I didn’t want to leave the country, to spend too many hours cramped on a plane, so that’s where I picked. And that’s where he died.

Taurus: A plane crash. Not only would you hate feeling the plane dip and knowing that your life was about to end, but you would hate that other people are dying alongside you.

Stop staying up past 2 AM, thinking about the what ifs until you pass out. Stop torturing yourself with unnecessary thoughts. Stop stressing about tomorrow, because you deserve happiness today.

Date someone who holds your hand in public, introduces you as his girlfriend, changes his relationship status, and posts silly couple pictures on his profiles.

I might hyperventilate beforehand, I might cry myself to sleep the night before, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there are going to be days when I have the energy to push myself to do something terrifying. There are going to be days when I silence my anxiety for long enough to really live.

He keeps liking your pictures, because it’s a low-key way to bring attention to himself. Because it doesn’t take any actual effort on his part. Because he knows that it’ll have you thinking about him all day long, even though he only thought about you for the two seconds it took to click the heart button.

She doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being ignored, like you don’t matter to her.

It’s okay if you have no one to text about what’s wrong, no one that would understand what you’re going through.

I don’t like to go anywhere on my own. If I’m invited to a party, I want to drive there with a friend, so I don’t have to walk through the door alone. I want someone that I can follow around like a puppy dog, someone that will make me feel a little more comfortable.

I knew he was my forever person when we first spoke and the conversation flowed without any awkward pauses, when I realized I was completely comfortable with him by my side.

Because of them, you aren’t afraid to leave unhealthy relationships behind. You won’t let anyone treat you like crap, because you know that walking away is always an option.

Cancer: She tells lies about her boyfriend. She wants it to look like her relationship is perfect, so she never tells her friends about the big fights that she’s had and the nights she’s spent sleeping on the couch.

Secretly, she’s lost. Confused. Unsure of what she should do with her life.

If we’ve been texting for months and are both attracted to each other and want to spend time together, then why the hell aren’t we dating? Why aren’t we even close? What are we waiting for?

About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.

You love him, and even though he hasn’t been showing it lately, you know that he loves you too, so you decide to give him one last chance.

If life is going well for too long, then I assume that something bad is bound to happen. That the universe wouldn’t let me be happy for too many weeks without balancing things out.

We don’t have exes anymore. We have guys that we hooked up with. Girls that we once had a thing with.