“A Serbian Film: One of the most messed up movies I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been the same after watching it. It’s not just a mindfuck, it’s a lifefuck.”
“Went out to the garage and found my husband. He had hanged himself.”
In a world where I feel constant pressure to “stay busy” and “eat clean” and “shoot for perfection” and “go 110%,” my actual dream guy is my refreshing breath of fresh air, to chill out and to stay perfectly imperfect.
I’ve noticed this trend with people at cafes. It almost always happens when you’re in a hurry, and want to get your food and/or drink and GTFO. It’s when people make their own f*cking lines.
Their “hi” holds the key to making us weak in our knees and queue the butterflies in our stomachs because infatuation is easy.
“Got up and sped home to punch a hole in my bedroom wall.”
Understand the Power of Silence.
The 6 year old grabbed a kitchen knife and started chasing me with it. And he wasn’t playing, either. He genuinely wanted to stab me, and almost got me on the arm.
“Her face comes into focus. Half of it is cover in burn marks and blisters, and the other half is charred. The final detail come into view. This part with haunt my thoughts forever. Her eyes, dear god her eyes. They were black. Black as night. “
When he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw a full grown man in what he described as “large boots and a dirty, dark, thick jacket and dirty pants” in a full on SPRINT towards our car.