Love on the Brain

by Ali Hazelwood

Sleeping at night is very out of character.

What kind of careless, inconsiderate boob steals the single available option from a starving, needy vegan?

Maybe I should feel all my feelings now, so I can be solution-oriented later.

Loathe me up. Abhor me to the moon. Detest me into the unknown.”

and I want to inject her into my veins and also to never see her again.

let any dude buy me dinner until the gender pay gap is ungapped).

I was always, always being left behind. And the only way to not be left behind is to leave first.