He was principled in that annoying kind of way.
He was principled in that annoying kind of way.
She didn’t want to get a tattoo, she just wanted to be the subject of someone else’s.
She cheated at magazine quizzes.
On optimistic days, she checked to see if there was a wedding ring on his right hand.
Like a peasant style shirt from Anthropologie, he could be attractive under the right circumstances.
That self-satisfied smile meant that she had remembered to pack face wash.
She put the leftover spaghetti back in the fridge, and just as she was about to put her fork in the sink she thought to herself “I can do better than that.”
When in doubt, she assumed her faults were adorable.
Explaining Greek Easter was the most interesting she felt all year.
She channeled Meryl Streep each time she folded up her reading glasses.
