It's time to stop pretending I'm ok with things I'm not ok with like all insects and Foster the People.

Personally, when I'm picking friends, I like the ones who don't make me cry myself to sleep.

Part of me also knows that this generation is the least racist and most pro-gay, so that's great. But they have a real lack of gravitas. And they have no taste in music. Vampire Weekend? Can we play some music, please? Can we rock out for a minute? Where's your Metallica?

Young people are gross with their faces and their hope.

Remember always what you set out to get, and please don’t settle for less.

Every time you see him, you only make yourself vulnerable to further heartache. Do you really need further proof that he's getting on with his life without you?

People don't admire you for what you hate, they admire you for what you do about it, and your slacks.