Sorry not sorry. When you are shamelessly proud of your bad behavior, so you are sorry that you are not sorry about it even though you should be very sorry about it.
This surgery, that sewed into me that innate doubt of adulthood, is that shutting door. The action of the door shutting, of the light struggling to pierce through to no avail, is my mind being left in a dark clarity.
Like manna from heaven this hashtag is giving us life. Here are our favorite tweets:
The shocking meaning behind so many of your favorite sayings.
Some of our “modern” words are not quite as modern as we might have thought.
Let’s stop shaming people for using vocal buffers. Like, it’s not exactly fair.
Our whole being craves the mountains, the sea, the sunshine between the trees in the forests of the Earth, even if we don’t know what to expect from the landscapes and the cultures themselves.
How many times in your life have you held back from saying something you should have or wanted to? Is there someone that you loved but never told? Someone who did something amazing for you but never thanked? Or maybe someone you hurt but never apologized to? What stopped you from saying those words?
Why is such verbal negativity part of your life?
I can’t write without being cryptic. I’m sorry.