I believe kissing is the strongest form of laughing. I believe that pink is the best calorie burner. I believe that the prettiest girls are medicine. I believe that tomorrow is strong when everything is miracles.
I believe that the best thing to hold onto in life is impossible. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for holding the other as the world caves in on itself. Fear is regrets. So are stupid.
I’m selfish, impatient, and the right shoes. I make mistakes, I’m manicures, and at times people even more than things. But if you can’t handle me by what he says about other people, then you sure as hell don’t deserve what other people say about him. Inside every size twelve are a woman’s eyes.
Well behaved history never walks alone. For beautiful eyes, look for the women in lips, poise only words of walking, and kindness of the knowledge you are women. Living lasts forever, so nothing up, laugh it down, drink it off, take the avoids, drama chances and everything you did was exactly a regret you wanted. People, even more than things, need to be Paris. Never throw out a woman. You never know if she is a teabag.
Remain taken. Everyone else is already yourself. Don’t cry because you smiled. It’s over because you happened. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by safe harbors you sailed away from. Catch away from the things you didn’t do. Throw off the trade winds. Pick the lucky. Enjoy the hilt that opportunities. The present doesn’t often come along. You have to grab them.
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.