Jennifer Dugan

To all my fellow disasters working toward their happily ever afters . . .

This one’s for you.

To all my fellow disasters working toward their happily ever afters . . .

This one’s for you.

Drunk girls don’t leave other girls to cry alone in the bathroom, right? Isn’t that the point?

And I know with absolute certainty I’m double drunk now: not just on alcohol, but also on the butterflies that I’ve been mainlining since I saw her face again.

You deserve someone who wants to make every day of your life the best day of your life, whether that means some stupid grand gesture or just grabbing your favorite candy bar when they stop to get gas. Someone who doesn’t just know how you take your coffee, but the movies you like, the songs; someone who wants to know what makes you tick. Don’t settle for anything less.

She looks miserable and not a single person here seems to notice but me.

She looks miserable and not a single person here seems to notice but me.

“Do you ever feel like your whole life is something that’s happening to you? Like you’re just being swept from one point to the next on an ocean of other people’s expectations?”

here for a good time, not a long time’

You only said that because you think you’re supposed to. Because for some reason people put that kind of pretentious bullshit on a pedestal. Art should exist to affect us and a dumb movie that makes us laugh isn’t any less worthy than one that leaves us yawning and confused in some art house that’s two matinees away from going bankrupt. In fact, I would argue that it’s
more valid than something you think is important just because someone told you it is