When I Decided I Was Pro-Life
Hiya fetus! You’re the product of rape, I’mma let your cells divide a few weeks and murda you.
Hiya fetus! You’re the product of rape, I’mma let your cells divide a few weeks and murda you.
Actual toilets are a blessing.
College is supposed to be this environment where you can learn whatever you want and get a degree in what interests you. That’s what we’re told.
I just can’t get behind the idea of loving myself because somebody else assures me that they love me.
The introverted and awkward individual that I am wanted to sit with my back to the wall and observe but the airy smiles and willowy heads of hair were so welcoming and risk-free.
“Who has she slept with since me?”
If there were psychiatrists around when Jesus Christ was alive, he’d be diagnosed Bipolar I disorder with psychotic symptoms and put on heavy medication.
Not only does constantly swearing make you sound uneducated, it makes you sound like a pissed-off frat boy whose parents cut off his beer fund. Once you visually posses class, you need to sound like class too.
Go ahead and claim that it’s on the inside that counts. Tell me that it wasn’t apparent (I have photos that say otherwise).
You tasted like cigarettes, and your accent was strange in retrospect.