Lorin Hawks

We all know this guy. The one who never stops talking about himself. His talent: hijacking your emotions. He’s never wrong and when you don’t agree with him, he’ll guilt you into it.

Women consistently apologize in the wrong context or when things aren’t even their fault. My point—stop apologizing.

The Walkman was a staple piece in your outfit.

Of course, you’ll never be the same but you don’t want to be. I suppose that’s the price we pay for love.

Last minute plans give you intense anxiety, unless they are made by you. You love the thought of spontaneity, but only if it’s your idea. 

He has this beautiful, dazzling smile that shot a hole right through that wall I had built up. His eyes are this paralyzing, sparkling shade of turquoise and every time I looked at him I found myself in a state of enchantment. His world burned so bright, and I had to get in.

It comes out of nowhere.

Girls don’t just wake up one morning and decide to hate their bodies. This is something they learn.