My age no longer permits me to suffer for love, so if you see me sad, itโ€™s due to lack of money.

Tested positive for needing a kiss.

“Likes your story” is a declaration of love.

No, babe, I love your prefrontal cortex. The fully developed ones scare me.

Iโ€™m so single right now, I canโ€™t even spell relayshaunship.

The problem with dating apps is I donโ€™t wanna date someone that would use a dating app.

Pasta is something I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll ever get tired of.

I love how spring sprung and then disappeared again.

For a girl that loves sleep and hates stress, my career choice is questionable.

Women love it when you approach them on the street and say “whoa, is there a hot babe convention in town?”

Your in his DMs, I’m on Etsy paying a witch to put a spell on him.

I love when my brain cells kiss and I have an idea.

If we were both crows, I’d bring you shiny things.

Tell me Iโ€™d look good in a potato sack or lose me forever.

Love is in the air, but so is the flu. Wash your hands!

Take a broken girl, fix her. And she will go back to the same guy again.

If you show her you care, she will keep you as a spare.

There is no โ€˜weโ€™ in โ€˜foodโ€™.

Those who run away from me are afraid that they might confess their love to me.

I love the idea of a fruitarian, just morally affronted that anyone could eat a baby spinach.

I followed my heart, and it led me to the fridge.

If you donโ€™t fall in love with me, Iโ€™ll write poetry about you and then youโ€™ll regret it.

Venmo is my favorite social media site. I love to see my boy John charge his wife for Martinis.

“Made with love,” means I licked the spoon and kept using it.

My mother told me there is a girl for me in every corner of the earth, but unfortunately the earth is round.

Stop checking your phone every minute. No one loves you.

It’s okay to love your job. Just know it doesn’t love you back.

I think my soulmate might be carbs.

I love airports because the rules of society donโ€™t apply. Eat a pizza and have a glass of wine at 7 am while in track pants. Nobody cares.