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How to End an Affair
Most people who are cheaters never really imagined they'd end up in that role. After all, only seriously sick, warped people will go into relationships just to hurt the person who loves them. Sometimes, despite the best of intentions, sexual or emotional attraction happens, and people end up making huge mistakes.
By Skunk Uzeki8 years ago in Humans
Belle
A couple of hours is enough to get me excited to see you again. I am a child on a Christmas morning when I see you. When I see you, I cannot help but smile like an idiot. Somehow I feel safe around you, even though I know if we get chased you would ditch me. Wanting to talk to you somehow, you immediately come to my mind. Knowing how talented you are, I am inspired. Your poetry leaves me speechless just like the taste of cookies & cream ice cream every time. You care about everyone, more than yourself. You have a big heart, bigger than my stack of homework. You are never scared to go out your comfort zone, just like me getting out of my bed every morning. You complain about everything, saying you are not good enough, not beautiful enough, not brave enough. But little do you know, in my eyes, you are prettier than Belle and braver than Mulan. You keep helping others while drowning in your own problems. We both know our texts are crazy and if anybody saw them, they would think we are weird. Which we both agree with. Weird as New Yorkers. We both know our moods change like the weather in Texas and we both know how to help each other. We keep struggling, but we know we can always rant to each other later. No matter how small or big our problems are, we tell each other. Everyone knows when it's the both of us together, we are awkward, weird, loud, embarrassing, and crazy. I tell you, "There is a drama club meeting today!" "No." "Please, please," I plead. "Fine," you huff. I drag you, you sit anxious, but your face lights up as soon as you see the refreshments. "Thank you for bringing me here." You smile, glad you came. We both know, you would do anything for food. Even if it's you having to sacrifice going home early and writing poetry. Writing poetry is your escape while taking a shower is mine. You lie on the ground in the middle of your room when you are upset staring at the roof, wondering when you will be able to escape all this and be set free, while I stand under the hot shower, fantasizing about my present and future, while feeling guilty about the water running, remembering when the principal assistant said, "Kids in Africa are starving," which you still think is silly. At the end of each day, we both congratulate each other on making it through the day alive and then head home to text each other about what our future will look like or at least what we hope to. Despair. You still struggle to convince your parents to trust you on going to film school while I still struggle to convince my mom to let me sleep over at your house. You suddenly wanna jump a bridge and I wanna fly high. Like most girls, I think Harry Styles is cute, but you being the "unique" you, you think he looks like a monkey. We both are "unique" and weird in our own way. We might sometimes be different, but we can always understand each other, we can always help each other out. You pose under the tree while I continue taking endless pictures of you. If only you can realize how beautiful you are, maybe I would be able to. If one day, when we are much older, and we re-watch these pictures and videos, you would finally see your beauty. I keep on taking pictures, recording everything we do maybe because what if one day this all fades away and I add onto my list of vanished friendships. Or maybe because it's all surreal. How did I get lucky and actually get a friend like you? Maybe one day, I will do something cheesy like this to make you realize your truly beautiful soul.
By Z I8 years ago in Humans
12 Profiles You'll See Online Dating as a Lesbian. Top Story - October 2017.
Like many of my peers, I have a love-hate relationship with 21st century dating, mostly because I am not good at it. It is rare to meet someone in the 18-24 age bracket, especially in the gay community. Yet after swiping for a while, a lot of the candidates you see look similar. If you're a woman who uses a dating app to date other women, members of these groups will be impossible to avoid.
By Lauren Harsh8 years ago in Humans
Sanctuary
She’s here. Struck dumb, I stand in the way of the customers who obey the barista calling out names assigned to steaming half-caff, double pump espresso mocha latte-chinos. Yet I cannot move, my own Grande 4000 calorie treat sweetly scalding my trembling fingertips, now forgotten in my hand.
By Abbey Roman8 years ago in Humans
The Ring or the Badge?
"How was work?" his wife asked, like she always does. "It was fine," he said curtly as always. She sighed, put down her mug, and trudged back upstairs to check on their daughters.
By Aszia Manson8 years ago in Humans
My Tinder Experience
My girlfriend and I just recently moved to a new city. We lived there about three months and we still haven’t made any friends. The jobs we worked at didn’t really give us opportunity. We both worked with older people with little kids, so they didn’t go out a lot. We went to bars, but it’s hard to get a conversation going when it’s so loud and people are so drunk.
By Delanie Phillips8 years ago in Humans
Beautiful
The day was clear. "No snow today," she thought as she walked out of the gate. Letting out a sigh, she continued up the sidewalk towards the bus stop, the bottom of her pants dragging behind her making a sound the reminded her of sand at the beach.
By Jessica Beal8 years ago in Humans
Are You Too Shy to Date? Learn How to Change This!
Is shyness sabotaging your dating life? Does it keep you from going out and being sociable? There are ways to overcome this that can help you to meet a potential partner.
By Susan McCord8 years ago in Humans
Finding Ronnie
Blue or purple skies. It’s better when the sun has gone down and the moon is slowly rising. The deep purple, mixing with the dark blue; coexisting with one another. Pink lines streaming through like a river. Hint of orange from the sun disappearing behind the buildings. The stars never show themselves at night in the city. Too many lights; way too many lights. Every now and again a black dot soars through the clouds, naming themselves bats. The moon was completely full like the roundness and paleness of a fat man’s belly.
By Queen Fae8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to the Friend I Lost to Her Boyfriend
Dear Friend I once knew, We were inseparable. You were my go to girl for everything from boy advice to what pants I should wear. From family vacations to crashing random parties. We would go into the school year making sure we had at least one class together. Pulling pranks throughout class was a daily occurrence for us. We knew our schedules so well we would meet in the bathroom and gossip and laugh until it was time to go back to class. We were best friends who enjoyed every second we spent together which was every second of the day. But now I hardly know the person you are anymore.
By S.girl8 years ago in Humans
London Calling
December 26, 2013. Today marks one year since my break-up. One year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days of the utter bullshit that is a break-up.
By Karliah white8 years ago in Humans
The Promise
It was a rainy Friday morning. James woke up and rapidly initiated the process which he went through every morning to get ready for school. James ate breakfast with his parents, who then took him to his school where he’d spend about five to six hours of his day. After school, his parents would pick him up and take him back home. Once at home, James ate dinner, did all of his homework, and played his brand new video game for precisely one hour. He then ate dinner with his mom, Linda, and studied the bible with his father, Matthew, who was a pastor. That was James’ weekly routine.
By Pedro Oliveira8 years ago in Humans