Writer, Faux Adult, Nervous Hamster
I am dissolvingSlowly at first,Bubbles so tiny you’d hardly noticeTiny circles clinging to the wall of the glassDecorative, even. Fashionable. The good kind of bubbles. They’re coming faster now, expanding and bursting in a frenzied feeding.Now they avert their eyes,Too much for comfort. For fashion.I am foaming, uncomfortable, spilling over and leaving a sticky residue … Continue reading Gin Fizz
"I have no idea why I was assigned to work in the art room when I was hired on as a staff member. I have no obvious talent for art, I didn’t request it, and as I was only 18, I didn’t yet look like I’d completely given up on life (I think)."
All I had were my words, and I didn't think anyone would ever believe me over my abuser. After all, it was my fault they did those things to me.
"Just because you are related to someone by blood does not mean you are required to give them an infinite number of chances."
"We were given an apocalyptic scenario in which all we had to do was stay home, watch Netflix, and wear a fucking mask, and we couldn't handle that. We are absolutely not ready for zombies or aliens, and any forthcoming apocalypse movie now needs to include people insisting that the disaster is a 'liberal hoax' while a zombie eats their faces."
Emily Regan 