There is no more silence left here, not in this room. I fill it up. Cheeping voices from @handles. Facebook posts lambasting presidents and showing off stepping stones, I bought a house! I had a kid! I ate this pizza!
I don’t have anxiety, but I burn, and I burn hot and fast until I crumple down like my nails.
These disturbed teens freaked me the F out and made me terrified to have children one day. Evil is evil, and it doesn’t matter if you’re 85 or 15 – if it’s in you, it’s in you.
‘Poor people lose. Poor people lose all the time.’ That quote should always be shocking – as in it should jolt you, shock you to your human core – until it’s no longer true.
I’ve always read that your teens are an important time in your life, that during the teenage years you really learn who you are and start to grow into the person you’re supposed to be.
You can’t see the entire bod of St. Anthony, but you can visit his chin and tongue when it goes on tour!
“Bronzer. No foundation. I went through an entire compact of bronzer in a month.”
Make a snowman in your yard. Who cares if your neighbors stare? They’re just jealous.
When I quit believing in God, my mom said I’d start again when someone I really loved dies.
Send Christmas cards. Nothing makes me feel happier at the end of a long day at work than finding my mailbox stuffed with sweet little cards from my friends and family come holiday-time.