“I once told a guy at a party that his personality was so disgusting it made me want to vomit. He didn’t believe me and continued to hit on me. So I voluntarily vomited on him just to get my point across.”
When you are so intoxicatingly in love, sometimes you lose track of yourself. You’re so caught up in forever, that you forget to be present. You forget yourself. You forget reality.
If you’re the type who wants to learn a little bit while you get creeped out, Lore is the perfect podcast for you.
Even though I knew the visions had no bearing on my real life, they still messed with my mind. Like bad dreams. When you know your boyfriend isn’t actually cheating on you, but you can’t push away the mental image of him bending your best friend over your bed and shoving his cock in her.
A youngest child would definitely die in a horror movie. In fact, they’re probably the fucking killer.
I’m not sure how long it took me to realize something was off. One minute, I was second-to-last in our little procession, the next, I noticed the absence of Christine’s footsteps. When I turned around, she was gone. Not off in the distance or taking a break, just … gone.
There is no right or wrong in these early morning hours, with the sunshine sliding in between your shoulder blades, your body lying intertwined with mine.
Choose someone who loves you without fear. Who shouts instead of whispers. Who leaps instead of walks. And who runs towards you, instead of away from you.
“And the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can’t replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?” — Fix you, Coldplay
Though this list probably won’t make you bilingual and you won’t walk away from it with enough linguistic knowledge to carry on a conversation in a non-English speaking country, it will satisfy you with interesting and potentially useless information.
There’s something to be admired in a woman that goes out and gets what she wants. It shows initiative, sass and courage. We need more women to be confident, rather than playing the part of the laid back and elusive woman that society tells us we should be to get a man.
Mom and I were so excited to begin renovations that we didn’t even stop to think about how our library guardian would feel. We just assumed that it wouldn’t even notice, what with being stuck in the basement all the time.
I know it’s selfish, but I hope there’s still a part of you that wonders about me. That even though we’re miles and months apart, you find yourself staring at something that reminds you of me, twirling it between your fingers, fighting with your heart to call me.
