subject line: to the one who wants to know if they're good enough.


Who knows, who cares

In the one year since you’ve ended it, i graduated college, moved, kissed more people than i care to count, got two promotions, worked with five different companies, paid more bills than I care to count, read more books than I can count, and finally learned how to make half decent latte art. I also dyed my hair red. I’m getting two tattoos as soon as I pay off another $2,000 in bills. I have a trip to New Orleans coming up. And I always buy the concert tickets.

Fuck yes you’re good enough.

Don’t let some wonderful, shitty relationship define you. Especially not when it’s over.