by it girl™

You're not choosing them second
A woman cried in my office about a soccer game — her daughter scored, looked up into the stands, and she was in the parking lot, halfway through a cigarette she did not even want. She felt like the worst mother alive. She isn't, and neither are you. The pull that drags you out of a moment is not you loving them less. The cigarettes you enjoy are a choice; the ones that yank you away from the people in front of you are the leash — and the leash has been quietly stealing moments you do not get back.









