When your audience is this big, how can you really “know” it?
Most people I know like to see their perfect self in the mirror. They locate their potential for perfection in whatever part of them has survived unchanged since childhood.
Not even three full scrolls into my journey, I was visually assaulted by a 500×500 GIF of anal sex.
My initial excitement decayed into something closer resembling anxiety or shame. I sat at my computer and shook my head quietly.
3. Text message interpreter.
On breakup day 2 I wrote a tumblr post that is the emotional equivalent to a cup of my tears. 150 days later I reviewed and commented.
Snapchatting pictures of themselves getting blowjobs to their bros.
Don’t be a person with emotional needs or wants and complex feelings.
I don’t have a blog because I want to look back at it and feel a smug sense of superiority.
…We’re all suffering. Just ask the Internet.