I’m told that later, after I left Camden, she got really drunk and went wandering through Windham House, and did the whole football team. She’s now married to a senator and has four kids. How time distorts things.
gpoy
I only drink champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone. When I have company, I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it - unless I’m thirsty.
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| — | Lily Bollinger (via themostsophisticatedwoman) |
In which B visits J's apartment for the first time:
J: You're going to love my fridge.
B: Why? Do you have half-naked Victoria's Secret models all over your fridge like I do on mine, so it motivates you to stop eating and go work out?
J: No. But, I did just buy a bunch of diet coke in anticipation of your visit.
B: *swoon*
Women like me do not need to see stories like this. We already can — and have — and do — waste good years of our lives convinced that the sunshine of our love will air out the dusty corners of some man’s soul if we just try harder.
Story of My Life.
Make a thoughtless, distant commitmentphobe your boyfriend and guess what: you’re now in a relationship with a thoughtless, distant commitmentphobe. Good luck with that.
When my friends are day drinking after finishing their last final and I’m stuck inside studying for three more days.
I’m like:
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
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| — | Hemingway, A Moveable Feast |
