I will tell you the story of how I came upon the inward journey known as the love of self. Easy, pervs. I'm talking the love of the astonishing divine within all of us. Incidentally, this philosophy led me to discover that my ability to get over a breakup is very closely related to how [...]
Be sure to watch for the unicorn shitting skittles at the end. Here goes.
Holy shit, this post. It's finally published.
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
Psycho Jack prepares for his last stand with one last "fuck you" and makes a move in the direction of us and the cop, who calmly pulls the trigger. . .
My flank felt like an elephant was tap dancing on a hot railroad spike driven into my kidney.
I’ve only truly regretted the times when I stayed in my comfort zone, or ran back to it, when I knew damn well I was being called to greater things.
