Callie Byrnes

If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably wondered (at least once) whether your house might be haunted. It’s normal to be curious, especially when you have a penchant for horror movies or you have a particularly anxious personality type.

It’s clear scary movies have a way of messing with our heads, especially if we aren’t in the best frame of mind. But no one expects to watch one and have their life completely changed.

I sometimes think it’s the end of the world. Not in an “I’m-anxious-and-I-am-overblowing-this-situation” kind of way—no, when I say “end of the world,” I mean it very literally.

I always feel like I’m saying goodbye too soon, walking out the door before I’m ready, starting anew before I’ve ever had the time to process the last ending. I try so hard to make the most of every moment, but then it’s gone and I’m not sure what to do but hold on to the next one and hope it’ll last for just a little longer this time.

In real life, working in the FBI is hardly like a movie.

My best friend didn’t tell me her house was haunted, but somehow I knew.

The truth is, deep down, I know that I am a lot. But what it took me so long to realize was that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The seven-episode series stars Kate Bosworth, Natalie Martinez, and Alex Pettyfer as three of the ten festival-goers who are fighting for their lives in an attempt to make their way back home.

Patrons can also put money toward specific things, such as the band, the costumes (???), the special effects (seriously, ???), photography, games, and paradox props (?????), most of which mainly just leave me with a lot of questions.

I knew I was playing with fire the very moment I met you. If our love could only ever amount to destruction, I was ready to burn the whole fucking city to the ground.

It’s so easy to look into a mirror and criticize yourself, but what if you just… didn’t? What if you only let yourself wink and smile and say nice things? What if you admired your body for once?

A whole map of our relationship exists online somewhere; if I wanted to, I could follow the breadcrumbs back to the very first night I laid eyes on you.

There’s something so therapeutic about watching someone grow past their insecurities through the love and empathy of five total strangers who swoop into their lives to tell them that yes, you are good enough. Maybe it’s because, deep down, we all wish we could do the same.

I have a bad habit of creating temporary solutions for long-term problems, putting bandaids on broken bones and drinking away the pain.

I once had a 40-something professor who said he’d never date a woman over 25. Maybe that’s why this year feels like such an expiration date.

Grab some tissues and a bottle of wine, because it’s about to get emotional as fuck in here.

Cancer — Needy

Everything was right, except for maybe me.