“You are wearing a frumpy t-shirt that holds no value to you. It doesn’t fit, you don’t remember where you got it. And then a man comes in your life and you drape yourself in his sweatshirts and flannels until you find yourself alone again in your t-shirt. Stop borrowing clothes; you won’t find your joy in someone else’s closet. Take your self, your t-shirt, your sadness and go to the store of life with purpose: to find something that fits. This isn’t Cher’s dream closet; this is going take effort and pain and embarrassment and disappointment. And it’s going to be worth it.”
— Dear DateByNumbers on CollegeCandy
9:42 pm • 21 February 2013 • 24 notes