Thought Catalog


Decimate my meatscape. Drown me in your honeyed voice. Drown me in a tub full of candy. Pour some high fructose corn syrup on me. Smother me with your heavenly body weight.

It feels strangely intimate, playing Words With Friends with you in the early hours of the morning. Everyone else is asleep, and here we are, continuing on. Squinted. Paint. Peon. Love.

Be that enviable person who can top any statement. Win every contest that no one else realized they’d signed up for. Start every sentence with an italicized I, and try to understand that everyone else is just jealous.