Hannah Bonam-Young

Bo is clearly the type of guy who takes people under his wing. A natural caretaker type. It makes me glad to know that my kid will have a dad who goes above and beyond for the people he cares about.

“I said, are you ready for me? Because I don’t plan on being gentle with you.”

So, in the words of Taylor Alison Swift, this is me trying… to get laid (Taylor’s Version.)

I don’t actually smoke, but in the interest of equality, I take a ten-minute break every few hours, as my co-workers might.

I’m stuck, and deep down I know I’m the only one who can do the un-sticking—but I feel resistant to change. Change requires effort, innovation, energy… which I have little of these days.

“He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”

No direction means no limitations. A job you hate? An opportunity to find something better. A place you’re not tied down to? A chance to go somewhere new. Lonely? Learn to enjoy your own company.

“As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”

“Happiness is like one of those places on an enchanted island, its gates guarded by dragons. One must fight to gain it.”

Because Matt is my own personal comfort. A walking hot-water bottle. A favourite blanket. A cosy hoodie. A cup of tea delivered with a kiss on the forehead. Warmth builds and builds inside my chest, and I realise suddenly, clearly, and certainly—I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. I think I’m in love with Matt.