Can you tell?
Mindless Instagram scrolling or virtual Scrabble usually accompanies any minor break in my day instead of “me time” for things like yoga or finding God. I’m an addict.
I worked for free for a year to even be considered for a paid internship.
I didn’t know who I was, but I knew who I didn’t want to be: a person who stole a tampon from a homeless woman.
Female redheads are either very hot or very not.
Had and erection in 9th grade biology. Teach thought it was my phone and grabbed it.
Can you think of one person that you want to be? Someone who is perfect? Perhaps someone you know? Can you think of anyone you know really well who has no issues or annoying quirks or acne? I believed in these “perfect people” when I was little, but I also believed in the Easter Bunny.
Make sure you use the appropriate safety equipment, and remember—they may bite when aroused.
You sell one child sex robot for therapy and before long knock-offs will be showing up in foreign lands for lower and lower prices.
After a recent breakup and a foray into writing about dating apps, I was left with a very dangerous situation on my phone: Tinder.