Oh the hormones
Our friendship will die, the day you undervalue our relationship. Once done, there is no more resuscitation. And that’s that. This is a rule that applies to everyone, btw. Yes. Oh the drama. :p
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I dreamt about you once. Playing up to my superficial side, you were tall, dark and handsome. You were quiet, a bit broody but you opened up to me. You loved me, more than I loved you. We were happy,...
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Men. Forgive the scorn. But I think I’ve rightfully earned it. After having dated one scumbag after the other, I think I have the right to bitch on what I think is the perfect boyfriend. For one, the...
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So lets get this straight. I like kids, I always have. But I never could see myself as someone’s mum. Don’t ask me why, I just can’t. I’d either be a super paranoid one or a super cool one bordering...
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If there was something I never understood, it’s a prenuptial. The very act of signing a prenup is that, in the event of a divorce, property, assets and finances get split up equally and in a manner...
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“Another night out, another dance floor,” Random stuff happening this week has gotten me thinking… I have changed. Tremendously. I care less, I’m quicker to become indifferent, I am wary to wear my...
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“It was a mistake,” you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.” ― David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary Just something that needs addressing and coming to...
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Some indulgence spurred on by a nasty reaction due to cosmetic products. Back to the basics for me! No more, Ash. No more.
View ArticleBye, bye, Miss American Pie
So what do you when the music dies? Do you attempt resuscitation? At which point would you yourself be willing to sign the DNAR form? When do you give up and call the time of death? And by music, I...
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