Come and gather round kids as we discover one of the greatest lies in the world; people aren’t as interesting as they want you to believe!
Remember that time you sent me Panic! At The Disco lyrics to “Lying Is The Most Fun You Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off” like you’d discovered something obscure from one of the most overplayed debut albums of all time? How do I still harbor all this resentment when it’s been well over a decade and a half since we last argued?
My mind will endlessly circle back to the way you made…
One of the most bizarre, intriguing, and devastating events in human history is drawing near its 5oth year anniversary, this Friday.
As such, lets take a brief journey back to the beginning of everything and summarize what we’ve learned since.
In the five decades following the horrific end of Milroy’s Cove, scientists, seismologists, archaeologists, first responders, former citizens, and conspiracy theorists alike, have been unable to determine what exactly caused this small town to become the epicenter for a disaster that wiped out the Northeast portions of the United States and Canada.
Erick Carlson has been the seismologist with the…
The above word fills me with, not terror, but general unease. If I am to hold myself — accountable — that means I need to show my work, and if I’m going to show my work that means I need to do…the work.
I’m daydreaming often of a more fulfilling way to exist on this planet. I don’t know what that looks like. Does it have to do with words? Videos? Games? What are ways to be fulfilled? Surely, there are myriad options!
Is it something that’s supposed to come from within? My money’s on the latter. …
Being a queer person does not absolve white people from upholding the values of white supremacy. The leaders in this organization would do well to educate themselves more on this issue and not push back on those advocating for equity. I'm sorry this was your experience and I hope you're able to find fulfillment with people who embrace truly intersectional activism.
Plastic flower bowl, filled with popcorn or ice cream. “Do you kids want… cookies?” It wouldn’t matter if we’d just got there or if we were about to leave. Crystal filled cabinets, “Don’t shake. Be gentle. Sit here. Walk around the table this way.” Hulking computers filled with penguin bowling games, the Gutenberg press research, hidden away in the side room with the minifridge filled with sodas. We could “sneak” one and it was a secret that everyone knew. The TV in the spare bedroom, watching cartoons even though I couldn’t remember what they were. Toy trucks, melted wax crayons…
I wrote this a while back… before shit really started getting bad in the States.
“It’s absolutely no surprise to anyone that the ideals we once held as a country for all are being eroded and funneled into a cesspool of white privilege.
I’ve seen where I come from, a small Romanian village in Europe, and I know what my alternatives could be — and this country has allowed me to grow (although not always easily) into the person I am now.
That being said, I can’t help but remember how I felt when I started to realize that Christianity…
Once, I met a boy on an island.
He had long black hair — it swept over his eyes — a love for Brendon Urie, and a propensity to make the mundane seem like it mattered. We shared a love/obsession I still don’t know how to describe. Why did we need each other at that time? Was it loneliness bottled up with a need for community?
Time trickles forward. We part.
People all start to look the same, whether you see them walking through Times Square, sitting at a table in a café nestled into the side of Transylvanian mountains…