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Cuffing Season? Oh, cuff off. Seriously.

Right, so, we are, if I am to understand it correctly, wrapping up cuffing season.

Cuffing season begins in late fall/early winter – that span of time that includes all the big holidays, really – and allegedly ends at Spring Break (or not long after). 1,493 more words

Dating

16 THINGS I'M TIRED OF HEARING

People are rude. There’s no nicer way to put it. They think they can say anything to you and then get upset when you’re offended. If it’s someone you’re close to they’ll say, “I’m just giving you some advice. 1,468 more words

Life

My walk home

Sober. I hate this feeling. But what can I do when I’m not allowed to drink alcohol? I’m not a stickler for the rules. But I’ve learned that the high I get from intoxication is not worth the glorious hangover the morning after. 269 more words

From the Loose Lips of a 5-Year-Old

Five years ago a comedian was born. My niece is a cheerleader, dancer, and chismosa by blood. Everyone that interacts with her can’t help but laugh. 266 more words

Life

On Fathers. On A Good Death In Accordance With Nature. On Dying Alone.

The death of a parent is one of the most traumatic incidents an individual can experience. Deep-seated archetypes rear their heads, and can meld into other terrifying forms. 1,639 more words

Redpill

Death, the Disheveller

I don’t usually think about death -although as I get older, I realize I should probably be making some plans: packing a few bags, or using up a bit of the stuff in the freezer. 1,322 more words

Quietly Decaying

The day ended like another,
Darkness descended,
Upon the small room,
Her lifeless form slid slightly,
On the damp couch,
Her coffee still slightly warm, 80 more words

Poetry