I despise the rituals of fake friendship. I wish we could just claw each other's eyes out and call it a day; instead we put on huge radiant smiles and spout compliments until our teeth hurt from the saccharine sweetness of it all.
The right song can change everything.
Supposedly, guys think about sex every eight seconds. If that's true, how can they talk to their grandmothers?
Sometimes, a girl just has to dive under the duvet and regroup.