32 People On Their Freaky-Ass Paranormal Stories

I had dreams every night of a crowd of faceless people with a little boy standing in front. He never spoke but I could tell he was trying to tell me something.
I had dreams every night of a crowd of faceless people with a little boy standing in front. He never spoke but I could tell he was trying to tell me something.
When I was a boy, if you were multiracial you learned pretty quickly there was no clearly designed spaced for you in the world.
However, being young and immature it wasn’t good enough for me to have a mutually not very fun experience. I texted him after the date and asked what had happened, since he’d been pretty aggressive prior to that. He responded that, on second thought, he didn’t find me that attractive.
My son was 3 when I was tucking him into bed one night and he said, “Mommy what’s that big thing?” I replied, “What thing, baby?” THEN HE SAID “That big thing right behind you”
Men, as a general precept, are exponentially less likely to ask for affirmation or demand it, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need to hear it.
7. He told you that he was looking for someone who would stay at home and ensure that dinner was made at 7:22 P.M on the dot every day. You weren’t down with that.
3. Be there. Friends can get really good at disappearing on each other, as we learn to take peoples’ presence for granted.
“I used to be self conscious about my height, but then I thought, F that, I’m Harry Potter” — Daniel Radcliffe.
Here’s all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book — and does. – Groucho Marx
Will he, come September, watch ‘Homeland’ with me on a weekly basis, or at least not prevent me from doing so?
Do you also have a problem? If these following points sound like you, you may be an addict. But don’t worry. There’s a group for it. On Wednesdays we wear lace.
I can’t tell you the last time I sat down to eat and didn’t completely fall into a whirlwind of frightening thoughts: Is this really three ounces of chicken? Will drinking more coffee help me burn this up? Should I just spit the rest up into a napkin?