Writing "Tuesday" on your hand helps remind you that its not Friday, nor is it Saturday.
Sometimes looking like The Hangover, the sequel, is completely acceptable. Especially when you went out all night and still go to work the next day.
People. People when you least expect it. People will surprise you.
Asking for "an unhealthy amount" of sauce at Mamoun's at 4am is a fantastic idea, as long as its white sauce and not hot sauce.
Having a best friend. Loving that best friend as much as you love yourself. Being not only on the same page, not only on the same sentence, but on the same word.
Cudi mixtape over and over. And over.
My conscience and OJ Simpson have one thing in common. Starts with a "g" ends with an "uilty."
Meetings on the subway when you least expect it but most need it.
Wake-up calls > Alarm clocks
Up the ramp, down the stairs. Every time.
A person feeling like home, and that not being weird at all.
New friends, old tricks. Old friends, new tricks.
Clearly seeing the stages of how we feel for those we care, cared, will care about.
Postcards from places I've never been but always felt.
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