If Kim Kardashian wouldn’t post it, you shouldn’t either.
People who are funny without being assholes.
Regardless of whether I consented to taking the photos or whether I did not, I’ve suffered the same emotional distress and a life in shambles as a result of these pictures being posted online without my consent. I’ve been humiliated and ashamed of people even knowing my name. I’m afraid to meet anyone new and tell them my name for fear that they will find these images.
On the outside, indeed, I look very happy.
I could totally do this. But better.
This morning, I posted a selfie. With the occasional glance at my like count, I continued to untangle my headphones and settle down for some good ol’ procrastinating.
You forget to see how much they hurt, how much they are bleeding, how intricately and complicatedly human they are. You don’t understand why they seem to bleed off the canvas in their flaws.
We all have at least one friend who’s just dumb when it comes to proper messaging etiquette within group chats.
When you deal with life and death situations every day, you realize things normal couples fight about just aren’t a big deal.
Like most people say, a picture is worth a thousands words, but I’ll try to do a bit of both to detail my first 6 months in San Francisco.