The Thinnest Air

by Minka Kent

when you love someone, you trust the process. You fall hard. And you don’t look back. That’s what makes it so intense, so magical.

There’s a melancholy sweetness and an air of sadness swirling together as I breathe him in the way I always used to.

Kid-friendly restaurants with screaming babies and exasperated parents chasing after their overly tired offspring, so desperate to enjoy just one dinner out that they’ll subject the rest of the world to the fruits of their failed parenting labors.

You won’t do yourself any favors if you can’t own up to your choices.”

Andrew genuinely loves me.

Almost just tossed my kindle in the toilet right here.

This is what’s wrong with our society. We treat tragedies like entertainment,