Just the Line — Words Only

Our love language is roasting.

OPENING REMARKS BY EXTROVERTS. AGAIN.

OPENING PARAGRAPH SOLID. PARAGRAPH FOUR? CONCERNING.

Nursing because punching people is frowned upon.

I'm a nurse, not a magician.

Nothing is personal except the consequences

I'm not shy, I'm just done.

Nostalgia with side effects.

Nostalgia hits Harder than Reality

No pain, no champagne.

No more kings. But queens can slay the house down, boots mama.

I am no longer seeking love. I am seeking a kettle that boils faster.

NIMBY. Should resolve itself in a few years.

New year, same sh★t-cuter font.

Networking advice for people without friends: there is none.

Naughty with Administrative Privileges.

Dear Santa, — define — “GOOD.”

Nature called – I sent it to voicemail.

Nan thinks I'll never work again. She's been right twice.

My Stethoscope Hears Drama Too.

My pre-workout is fear.

Not against working. Against working for the price of a sandwich, an ego, and a calendar invite.

Winter is debt-ing. Spring is paying it back. Summer is forgetting. Fall is preparing.