Meg Malone

It’s a big world and instead of sulking around missing someone, get out there on life’s big beach with your margarita in hand and enjoy the show.

First comes the saddy sad phase.

It’s so hard for me not to let what other people say about me define who I am.

I should eat an entire sleeve of saltines (and a brownie).

I screw up with relationships and I mess up at work. I get angry and say things I don’t mean to my friends or people I love.


4. You have free tacos hidden in your coat and are passing them out.


I wasn’t crying because I’m sad that she’s getting married first or anything ridiculous like that, I was crying because it was such a strong reminder that we aren’t kids anymore and never will be again.

Reality: I need you to tell me that the awful, obnoxious way I was behaving was actually funny/cute/endearing.

I don’t know why I keep going out on dates because I really don’t even want a boyfriend (unless it’s you, Lukas and then “HI.”).

“Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa just what I want for Christmas?”