WARNING: THIS CONTENT IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING.
“Out of the pitch black we heard something SCREAMING.”
When I looked at the twenty-year old family portrait, one of my mom and dad and me, I saw an extra face hovering in between my parents. A face that didn’t belong there.
The ugly truth is that we are addicted to using the Internet to distract us from ourselves. And it’s making us miserable.
There’s a particular way you laugh that can make an entire room light up, if only for a moment in time.
There are moments that will stay with you, words that will stick. You cannot let these define you – they were simply moments, they were simply words.
We don’t commit now. We can order up a human being in the same way we can order up pad thai on Seamless. We think intimacy lies in a perfectly-executed string of emoji. We think effort is a “good morning” text.
“Sorry…You just reminded me of my dad for a second…No biggie, just came to mind…”
“Her face comes into focus. Half of it is cover in burn marks and blisters, and the other half is charred. The final detail come into view. This part with haunt my thoughts forever. Her eyes, dear god her eyes. They were black. Black as night. “
“I had a guy call me who was audibly masturbating and saying lewd things right off the bat. It was really fucking weird.”