A patently ludicrous cult thriller about Devil worship and human sacrifice in which Martin Sheen screams a lot, The Believers occupies a strange space between camp and grim mean-spiritedness (the opening scene seems specifically designed to have traumatically scarred me as a child, which is exactly what it did).
The moment the priest walked through the door, he turned his nose up at the ceiling and a look of general distaste formed across his once expressionless face. He turned to look at my husband and I, but then caught himself and just nodded. “And who were the previous owners of this place?”
I was at a corner store the other day picking up some late snacks after work, when a man was telling the counter person how that “faggot” gave him a look.
Life must go on and new memories can be cultivated. Change is okay. Change is healthy.
As much as I would’ve loved to be a completely independent woman with no emotions at age 19, I wasn’t.
I posted “50 Rules for Sons” in anticipation of my son Stephen’s graduation from high school. This year I am posting my “50 Rules for Daughters” for Sophie, 17 years old, and Hallie, 13 years old.
When you accept something awful for long enough, you start forgetting that you should be demanding more.
This will always be a three-way relationship: You, them, and their mobile device. Accept it and move on.
Although the house no longer remains many witnesses claim they can hear the screams and cries of Virginia begging her husband for mercy.
Go to brunch and see how exhaustingly average most people are. Invite an old friend to a flea market and remind yourself why you stopped hanging out with them.
Two Thought Catalog writers will be reporting live from Purina’s Better With Pets Summit, today, Tuesday, October 14th from 9-4 EST. See what’s really happening here.
If you rarely get a chance to have a reciprocal conversation with a person, you’re acting as their audience to a monologue and not as a friend. You also deserve to be listened to and deserve to talk about any problems in your life.
The paradox is that the people who crave love the most, who bemoan their singleness, are usually the least adept at accepting love.
