Some very sick girl once told me that “recovery gives you nothing but weight.” For a long time, I believed it. But now, I know better. Recovery gives you years. Kisses and hugs. Girls nights. Good sex with someone you adore. Bad sex with someone you don’t love. Recovery can give you sad tears, and leave you laying on the bathroom floor wishing you were dead. But it can also give you deep belly laughs, eating ice cream with your best friends. It gives you your soul back, returning life to your body. Recovery fixes your life, you just have to choose it.
Remember ladies: it doesn’t matter how you do on your finals, as long as your future husband is doing well on his.
one of my main nicknames courtesy of my family is “emmy” and my uncle was like “what if you marry a guy named anthony whose nickname is tony then you’d be emmy and tony”
and then “what if his last name was award”
and then my cousin put in “if you have a son you could name him oscar”
emmy, tony, and oscar award
oh my god
sell oscar to leonardo dicaprio