The more I like me, the less I want to pretend to be other people.

A sorta fairytale with you... with an Irish ending...

We all know many people who have been through this reality, and how it changes them. This happens to be an area I know something about. It's a virus.

I'm uninterested in superheroes. I am only interested in real stories, real people, real connection.

To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.

You think you can change a guy, that he’ll be different with you, that you’ll finally be the one to tame him… and before you know it, you’re alone in your underwear at nine o’clock on a Saturday night, crying to Adele songs, eating ice cream straight from the gallon, and wondering what the hell is the matter with you that you fell for such a goddamned man-child, after he explicitly warned you not to.