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During the pandemic, I’ve found myself growing distrustful of others. A fear of the virus has led me to increasingly view others as a threat.
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I give myself permission to experience loneliness in this isolation, and I challenge myself to even come to prefer it over the company of others.
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Despite being surrounded by people in class, at work and in clubs, I constantly feel utterly isolated, completely alone.
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The sting of being single during cuffing season can leave you feeling bitter and alone. Here is a guide for staying sane during your single shlump!
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I often feel like my emotions control my state of being to a greater extent than my state of being controls my emotions. Routines, however trivial they may seem, are crucial to my existence.
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In high school, I was a rebel. I ditched class, roamed around at night, ignored my parents’ calls. I drank, I smoked, I took the family car out for joy rides — I did it all. In the quiet suburban neighborhood I grew up in, my behavior was notably frowned
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Florence and the Machine’s new album High As Hope relies primarily on Florence Welch’s vocalization, so even though the album has been described as a more stripped-down version of her sound, the effect is still incredibly rich.
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While Hutchison claims his writing is shit, there is also the, perhaps unintentional, reminder that since these songs are about life, the shit is inevitable.
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So, these two sperm walk into a bar. I know what you’re thinking, “How could two sperm walk into a bar? They’re way too young!” But, it was midweek and, you know, with the economy how it is, things can happen. Sperm 1: I’m really glad we’re seeing each other
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The best way to prevent atrocities such as the Santa Barbara massacre is to cure the disease at its source. Rodger was sick, exposed to the compounding societal poisons of celebrity worship, media saturation, misogyny and materialism. He was a wealthy, straight, white male who felt so slighted by the world that he scarred it as deeply as he could. He was a monster, but our world created him. His terrible, sad psychosis might never have arisen in a world free of the constant scrutiny of iPhones; seven people might be alive if Rodger had not been taught almost from birth that beauty, wealth and possessions are the markers of a good person.
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