Cloud 9 is a very high place to fall from.

When I turned into the harbor of marriage, I didn’t know that a warship was anchored there.

Living up to your potential sounds exhausting.

My mom: sure use any towel. Also my mom: not that one.

Don’t tell me about Stockholm Syndrome, I woke up at 6 AM on my first day of vacation wondering how things were going at work.

In my experience, bowling and pancakes have the same energy. High hopes at the beginning, lowered self-esteem at the end.

Incense sticks are just disappointing sparklers.

Everything I like is either expensive, illegal, or wont text me back.

Scams used to be like “free money!” and now they’re like “hello, we have a job for you”, which seems to be a bad sign.

You okay, babe? You’ve hardly touched the promises you made me.

Every time you give someone the benefit, they deliver the doubt.

This is not what adulthood looked like in the brochure.

The problem is that you are in the dating pool when the other fish are in the ocean.

Adulthood is saying “but after this week things will slow down a bit” over and over until you die.

Ever since I was a little kid I always knew I wanted to struggle to survive.

I keep forgetting i’m at the age where people will tell me they’re pregnant and my reaction is supposed to be positive.

Welcome to adulthood: you’re not dying, it’s just Thursday.

Alcohol is actually a performance-enhancing drug. But you’re not gonna like the performance.

Ever feel like you’re adulting, but only on the outside? Inside, you’re just a kid hoping someone else will make dinner.

I start off my mornings with coffee and low expectations.

Proverbs are so mean. Like, I don’t deserve any worm because I woke up at 11am? Like, no worm at all?

She’s a 10, but she says ‘Orwellian’ when it’s clearly ‘Kafkaesque”.

I thought you are the sunshine of my life, but you are just a meteor trying to destroy my world.

Apparently, when you treat people like they treat you, they get upset.

I thought my mixed signals were perfectly clear.