Katie Mather

A friend might send their condolences, but a best friend will physically be there next to you, riding it out, the Issa to your Molly.

It doesn’t make sense. There are millions of people here, how is it possible to feel like nobody can even see you?

I won’t be able to analyze everyone’s Instagrams and silently scream about how much better everyone’s life looks compared to mine. Like, how are people my age gallivanting around on yachts? ALSO, IT’S A TUESDAY.

He texts you back. Seriously, the standards are so low and Jeff still can’t fucking meet them.

Share links to 7 minute John Oliver clips or TED Talks on their Facebook and expect people to watch them.

Infinity Scarf: Conversations with you, like your scarf, seem to go in circles and last forever.

Your hair is so big because it’s full of secrets. (Seriously, you know every horrible and intimate detail about everyone.)

I am an overall threat to the Movement of Universal Chillness. I flail a lot. I physically can’t lounge anywhere. My voice reaches the high octave of a pubescent boy when I dislike something that’s happening. Help me.

Disclaimer: This list is only relatable to ONE woman.

We all know feminism is an excuse for women to hate men. This guy posted about it on the internet, so it’s gotta be true.

Her stories touch a raw nerve every woman will resonate with—about how hard it is for us to be taken seriously.

Northeast: You’ll reluctantly wear white on your wedding day, but you really wish it were socially acceptable to be in a slimming, black dress instead.