I don’t like looking at my wedding photos. There, I said it. It’s not that they aren’t beautiful, objectively they are. Rather, it’s that the story they tell is incomplete.
Revisiting things you’ve already seen or listened can be incredibly therapeutic and can help you feel less anxious or overwhelmed.
This place gave me the serious creeps. I wasn’t aware of the history surrounding this it until I stepped in the doors and into the exhibit about the mental hospital—and it was intense.
“God is punishing us! A terrible warlock has died among us, and by night he rises from his grave, wanders through the village, and does such things as bring fear upon the very boldest! How could even you help being afraid of him?”
Feeling disconnected – even from the person you’re sleeping with.
Can’t let him see the truth. Brave face. Smiling bride. He can see it. My fear. My doubt. Fuck.
I’ve made him “The One.” I mean, he made me happy and brought out a more confident and phenomenal side to me that I didn’t know existed. I want to be better, because of and for him. I love him.
“And she’ll have green tea please” is a phrase you’ll hear far too often.
Ah, yes. The hymen. That tiny, little membrane that supposedly covers our lady parts. Let’s clear a few things up, shall we?
I’ve recently come into possession of a strange object, and I was wondering if anyone could help me figure out what to do with it.