“The ol’ fashioned way—I walked in on my parents.”
The recent struggles of online publishing are widely discussed. Despite many success stories and significant growth, the outlook in the media world seems to be doom and gloom, with plateauing audiences and scarce revenue.
As soon as soon as my love mentioned his ex-girlfriend, my inner confidence curled up into the fetal position.
This outfit is super cute, but will I look like an idiot in a pea coat when it’s 72 degrees or a dress when it’s 68?
If you Google me, you will see my heartbreak splayed across your computer screen. You will see my pleas to be loved and my acceptance of change and my mourning of people who are gone.
You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle.
I experienced a burnout about a year ago.
Mochi, the fat fucking pug.
One of my teachers has all the students bring in a picture of themselves so she can put them up on the wall. So, every day I bring in a different picture of Morgan Freeman and put it up on the wall, to replace a kid. Right now there are abut five Morgan Freemans.
“Where do celebrities live?”