We face death and heartache and abuse and loss and self-hatred and anxiety and fear and frustration, and yet, from all of that pain, we rise.
Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.
In today’s society, ignorance is a disease. It is infecting everyone around us and instead of tackling the situation head on, we surrender to what isn’t ethical or kind. Whether it be ignorance directed toward mental illness, religion, race or sexuality – our default setting is to sit comfortably in our fear, treating others as if they’re wrong because they’re different.
I’ve never heard anyone else talk about this movie, but it genuinely scared me.
Even the shyest introvert enjoys an intimate conversation, and the direct focus of a stranger asking questions about you and only you is terribly flattering. Unlock their souls; you’ll unlock their love.
Replace former love partner with substances.
“She sneezed, I said ‘bless you,’ we banged.”
Some of these are straight up horror movies and others are simply horrifying. Either way, these will leave you disturbed and gasping without using “boo!” methods of freaking you out.
In Los Angeles, you can visit the home where six-year-old Michael Myers murdered his 17-year-old sister, Judith.
Would you rather have the ability to choose which new horror movies get made every year or have an additional 15 years of life?