I may not be perfect, but at least I'm not fake.
My bed is a magical place where I suddenly remember everything I forgot to do.
If I say I'll be ready in 5 minutes, just give me an hour.
Being an adult is like folding a fitted sheet. No one really knows how.
I put the 'elusive' in 'selfie.'
I followed my heart, and it led me to the fridge.
I'm not clumsy. It's just the floor hates me, the tables and chairs are bullies, and the walls get in my way.
Just a girl standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a donut.
My life is a series of awkward and heroic moments.