Laura Pioli
Writer, phone-a-holic, instagrammer, iced coffee addict (okay, mostly that last one).
Just Because He Likes Your Selfies Doesn’t Mean He Actually Likes You
Because let’s be honest: liking a picture or watching a story doesn’t require much effort, it’s pretty damn simple and it takes less than a second.
A Love Letter To Myself
To me, myself, and I. To the one that I was, I am and I will become: carry on.
Here’s To The Mess We’ve Made
We’ll get there, one day, maybe. When the first thing I’ll see waking up will be your green eyes, or your big hands, lost somewhere around the pillow. Someday, somehow, we will get there.
I Keep Loving People Who Leave
They all stick around, promising me things using only words and not many actions. They love me. They say it over and over, they miss me, they need me, they like me. And I believe them.
I Won’t Blame You Anymore, Father
I make my own decisions, I decide who to fall in love with, who to let in, who can break my heart this year and who can’t, so what does it have to do with you, father?
I’m Ready For The One Who Doesn’t Keep Me Wondering
I want effort: not the prince charming who wants to come get me at all cost, but the nice guy who just genuinely wants to be with me because he likes me and that’s what he wants.
You Can Still Find Love, Even If You Hate Yourself
Stop treating “love yourself” like a poem they need to memorize. That’s not how it works.
23 Reasons Why Hardcore ‘Directioners’ Are The Best People To Be Around
That’s what makes them beautiful.
I’m Sorry We Never Got To See If We Could Have Made It
I am sorry for all the times I insisted what you were giving me was not enough, because you know what, I get it, you were falling asleep by the time I was getting up, but if you REALLY wanted this we could have make it work.