February 14, 11:26 am
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
They were supposed to be at home. Sitting in that disgusting little pool again. Just the three of them, Nora… Poppy, and Him. 1,297 more words
Blue eyes searched the dimly lit ceiling. The paint was old and poorly maintained, like everything else in the house. Raphael sat up and a familiar hunger overtook him; he let one of his hands stray beneath the baggy shirt he slept in, feeling the thinness of his waist. 843 more words
For us hungry singles, the solo life is a little like roaming the plains of the savannah: nothing but dust and tumble weeds as far as the eye can see and there’s not a soul in sight to make you feel guilty about eating no-fat yoghurt for dinner or fighting climate change with hairy-leg forests. 1,178 more words
The above message is prominently displayed on the jobs webpage of one of my favourite clothing labels, Everlane, and I love everything about it. I love the idea of an… 893 more words