Jamie Varon

You’re a relatively chill person to be around.

Your suffering—and your rise from it—will define you.

There is true strength in seeing the light in others, even when they cannot see it in themselves.

You should be ashamed of yourself, cilantro. YOU RUIN FOOD. YOU RUIN FOOD THAT INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO ENJOY.

*dies*

You deserve a guy who will not propose to you on Valentine’s Day because that shit is tacky.

Don’t get drunk. You know you’re just going to end up crying. DON’T BE THAT PERSON.

Please get tested, Joey. There’s no way you lasted ten seasons of rampant promiscuity and you do not have an illegitimate child somewhere.

Save money? Budget? What do these words mean?

There is nothing more sobering than the silence of loneliness. It’s a kind of clarity that many of us spend our time, energy, and money hoping to avoid.

Get down with yourself the way you’d want someone to get down with you. Give yourself the pleasure only you could give yourself.

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”

And it’s passionate, but not in a stop-your-life kind of way, but in a sustainable way.

If you expect their love to make you believe in your own worthiness and—when it inevitably doesn’t—you blame them for not making you happy, you will break them.

Repost viral videos that went viral like three years ago.

We don’t know what we want. We’re not happy. We feel despondent. We feel hopeless. We’re still young and yet? WE DON’T FEEL YOUNG.

No amount of double holidays or double birthday celebrations could have made up for what you actually wanted all along: a family you could call yours.

Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be beautiful and ageless, but don’t alter your face or your body too much. Be enough of everything, but not too much of anything.