I broke up with Stephen King about three years ago. We had a solid go of it for a while- I’d read his books, he’d scare me half to death, and then a few months later I’d forgive him and we’d pick up where we left off- the next book. We would then do the … More You Are What You Read
You know when you’re driving on the highway through a rainstorm and your windshield is all cloudy, and you can barely see the headlights of the car in front of you, and the sound of it all, the rain and wind, and sometimes even hail, is just pounding on your car and all of your … More The Overpass
I like books. I don’t think this is a secret. I have a book of the month membership, I look at Goodreads more than I do Instagram, and I have more butterflies when I walk into a bookstore than I did on my first date with my husband. I put a lot of time and … More Mirrored Identity
It was about two weeks into my second semester freshman year when I walked into my dorm room to find my friends standing around my opened panty drawer. My beloved and loyal male followers, maybe this is where you would like to excuse yourself, or maybe hang around a bit with a very open mind … More LFL, and the Granny Panty Intervention
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living” Let me be incredibly honest with you… I am not where I planned to be at my age, and I’m not very happy about it. This is just a fact. It’s not a cry of pitty or self-loathing. In … More I Dreamed A Dream… And Then I Kept Dreaming
“You’re cool and all, but your friend started texting me, and well…” *extremely detailed and graphic text about “last night” followed by, “Sorry, I meant to send that to someone else.” “God thinks that we should break up.” “You know how at the beginning of the semester we were both virgins… well I’m not anymore.” … More Northern Stars- And What They Lead Us To
Wait, this website still exists? I understand your confusion, that was my precise thought when I got an e-mail telling me to either pay $40 or lose my domain name. I mentioned it to my husband, because I’ve recently learned that it is wife etiquette to mention any new purchases you may be making over … More Comeback Kid
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
I hate to workout. There’s nothing more to it. I don’t enjoy it, my body hates me while I do it, and the only way I can finish m run is if I listen to “If You’re Going Through Hell” for the last quarter mile. I played soccer for most of my life, and once … More Butterfly Opportunities
I don’t consider myself to be a feminist. I also wouldn’t classify myself as an anti-feminist or a traditionalist. I’m kind of caught in this dilemma, because while I agree that women should have equal rights, I’ve never been in a place where I haven’t. I’ve just worked hard, and in result I’ve reaped rewards. … More Prove It
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