Throughout my time on the Internet, no amount of trolls or haters or SJWs can make my blood boil and eyes roll harder than the vegetarian and vegan warriors.
Originally, this was titled “Why I Think the Skincare Industry is Completely Bogus.” Over the short four days that this post sat in my drafts, I guess I’ve had a little change of heart.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t take a break from Twitter voluntarily. Back in the beginning of April, I was suspended on all of my existing accounts because Twitter is an asshole and I didn’t know what to do. I knew that making new accounts to circumvent the ban […]
For legal reasons, all of this is a joke.
The stillness of the humid night makes my mind wander into a distance that it has rarely traversed into since 2016.
Someone once said, “Live every day like it is your last day.” That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard.
Last summer, I saw you on my way home from work.
It’s cold outside. It rained earlier. A small shower that soaks through everything that you wear. It’s classic English weather, or so I’ve been told.
The cat’s purr is a comforting sound, a rumbling that resonates deep in her chest. Its comforting vibrations trickle into my skin and into my lungs, wrapping so closely around my heart that I forget I need to breathe.
The cat stops walking and I, too, stop breathing.