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The Color of the Water Bottle: What We See When We Look at Two Women Walking
The Color of the Water Bottle A street photo shows two young women. One wears shorts. The other wears black workout clothes. Each carries a water bottle. One bottle is white, the other black. The shutter clicks. Then the sorting starts.
By Jinabout 15 hours ago in Confessions
Wealth
If there was a word for the life that we are meant to live then that word would probably be something long and complicated. If instead we focused on only what made us happy, the word would probably be small and easy. The things that bring us peace in life aren't long and convoluted. They don't cost extravegant amounts of money. Money makes life easier in some ways but it does not bring happiness all on its own.
By Brooke Moran3 days ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001, I was flying over the East Coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two-week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 5 days ago in Confessions
The Undertow. Top Story - September 2026.
I remember distinctly getting caught in the under tow when I was little. I want to say that I was around six years old and it was at the ocean. Growing up in CT we often got up early on saturday mornings and would all go off to one ocean or another. I had heard of the under tow, even my absent minded parents warned us like all other children were warned.
By Brooke Moran5 days ago in Confessions
Before Sleep
I wish I had someone to read me bedtime stories or books while I fall asleep. That’s my silly confession before I go to nap. Also, yes, audiobooks are nice and all, but it’s not the same. I want it to be personal to me, like we’re on a call and they’re reading to me. Or in person, like holding me while I lay on their chest and they read away.
By Mark Lim 6 days ago in Confessions
Can You Relate?(HeartBreak).
The weather is perfect; the view I'm having on top of the Eiffel Tower seems dull compared to the woman in front of me. She's the one actually breath-taking. The possibility of deeper love and romance is more vast than this view I'm looking at. "Stand up, I have to tell you something." I stand up from our dinner table, I follow her to the edge. I look her with so much hope and expectancy for deeper love. Her next words will only expose what we've been feeling for each other.
By Ariel Elizondo6 days ago in Confessions
Friend I Failed, Boy I Chose: Living Inside the Silence Between Gifts and Grief
So, there was this one girl who went with me to school and came with me after school in the van, and what started as shared commutes gradually deepened into something that felt like real friendship. Eventually we became close, not over years or even months, but in just weeks or so, the kind of rapid intimacy that forms when you’re pressed together in the same confined space day after day, sharing snacks, secrets, and the quiet rhythm of routine. One day, she tells me that she likes this guy and thinks he is hot, her voice tinged with that particular blend of excitement and vulnerability that only comes when you’re trusting someone enough to hand them a piece of your heart. And that day I finally noticed him, like I knew he existed in the periphery of my awareness but had never truly seen him until she named him as desirable. That day I also thought that yeah, he looks nice, and the realization landed with an uncomfortable weight because it arrived tangled up with her confession. I went home and checked his Instagram, found that he does follow me and had even liked a few of my posts, and instead of sitting with the discomfort of wanting what she wanted, I sent his Insta ID to my friend and told her to follow him because she likes him, performing the role of supportive friend while already beginning to orbit the very person she’d entrusted to me. Then I started talking to him, knowing full well my friend likes him, but we just really matched the vibe in just a few days, conversation flowing with an ease that felt fated rather than chosen, and he was flirting with me from the beginning, his attention warm and deliberate in ways that made me feel seen in a manner I hadn’t anticipated.
By Mark Lim 7 days ago in Confessions
I hooked up with someone while in a failing relationship.
I hooked up with someone while in a failing relationship, and the weight of that choice has settled into my chest like a stone I can’t quite dislodge. I’m 23, bi, and I’ve been with this guy for about a month now, though “been with” feels like too generous a phrase for what we’ve actually built. From the beginning, there was a quiet misalignment between us, a sense that we were two people trying to force puzzle pieces together that simply didn’t fit. We’re not really each other’s type, and as the weeks have passed, he’s grown increasingly emotionally and physically unavailable, retreating into himself in ways that leave me feeling lonelier beside him than I ever did before we met. I honestly don’t know why we’re still together. Maybe it’s inertia. Maybe it’s the fear of admitting that something so new could already be so broken. Maybe it’s just the stubborn hope that if I wait long enough, the version of him I thought I saw at the beginning will return. But hope is a fragile foundation, and lately, it’s been cracking under the weight of silence.
By Mark Lim 7 days ago in Confessions
The Armor of Cruelty: How Childhood Trauma Forged a Popular Girl’s Mask
I dated my friend's crush, I spread rumours, I anonymously went on the school's confession page and revealed some of my best friend's secrets, and I made a lot of backhanded compliments. I collected some unattractive girls and manipulated them to do things for me, not bullied them, but manipulated so they would willingly do it. I dated two guys at the same time. I dated my friend's ex. I love-bombed guys and then ghosted them. I spread rumours about myself on the school's anonymous confession page. I did all of this just for the sake of becoming popular in high school. Which I did, of course, after doing all of this. Of course, I became popular. But not any of this will excuse what I did, but u should hear some backstory, and I'll explain all of this.
By Mark Lim 7 days ago in Confessions
