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Toxic Relationship: Find it and Fix it
Fragrance of roses, colors of tulips, sweetness of chocolate springs in your life with a beautiful, healthy relationship. Root to leaf of your life plant wilts when it’s surrounded by weeds. Such a monstrous weed can be your toxic relationship. An elegant rose dipped in acid will overturn your peaceful life. It’s better to pull toxic weed before it is too late since toxic relationship will adversely affect your health and well-being. There aren’t any relationships without its fair share of challenges. Every relationship goes through trials, but healthy relationship blooms when couples resolve these challenges and learn lessons from it.
By Anitha Sankaran3 years ago in Humans
(A)Sexual Perspective: "The Blood is the Life"
On November 13, 2020, the rock band Palaye Royale released a music video for their song, “Tonight Is the Night I Die.” In the video, the members of the band are vampires who attend a ball in 1853 per the title card. They feed on the unsuspecting female guests, stalking them throughout the mansion. Towards the end, the lead singer Remington Leith is dragged outside by vampire hunters and staked while the other members escape. The video’s cinematography and gore are pretty impressive and the storyline is easy to follow.
By Jessica Leibe3 years ago in Humans
Letter to my love
Most days I am ok. I function, I can finally pick up the pieces and move on, but there are days where I can’t even make it out of bed because the pain of loosing you was so pro found. I try to tell myself that you will be back, I keep the faith that things can happen the way I want them to happen. I focus on me and try to better myself through my journey.
By Ana Caraballo3 years ago in Humans
Love and light ✨
New light, new beginnings. Every day, I awaken from the warmth of the rising sun. Light sprinkles in like gold dust; that’s how I know my sleep is done. Breaking through the curtains, rainbows dance around the room. I dance with it, releasing all feelings of burdens.
By Mir Cherie Hands3 years ago in Humans
Why My First Time Freelancing Was A Lot Like My First Time, uhm, You Know
"Hey bro, you wanna pick up some extra work on the side?" My left eyebrow shot up, head kinda turned to the left. That one, simple, very innocent question was the tiniest of sparks that lit the mightiest of bonfires.
By Rick Martinez3 years ago in Humans
Time on Device
MARTY The pleasing musical notes (always in the key of C) float gently out of the slot machine’s tiny hidden speakers. The volume rises gently to a comfortable level, one that would never overstimulate the gambler’s nervous system. Then it tapers gradually down and away, but then there is one little uptick in the volume. Psychologically, the mind finds the sound pleasing, so when it grows softer, the brain chases it, the little uptick is a reward. Just one more feature reverse engineered to maximize time on device, or TOD. The end-all, be-all metric in the gambling industry.
By Shawn Ingram3 years ago in Humans
From Russia With Love
Artem was bound to the hard wooden chair with stiff leather wraps around his hands and feet like a pig trussed up for slaughter. The bare room was stunk of dirt, sweat, and expensive cigarettes. The wind outside the grimy window howling and dashing snow against the glass. An hour ago he was in his flat in Moscow. Now, this. His memories flooded over him in emotional waves.
By Michael J Massey3 years ago in Humans
Mama
Sometimes it ain’t easy to talk about my mama. We had a rough go at it in the beginning. More like my sister sometimes, but my mama nonetheless. She met me kicking and screaming in the fall of ’82 and if you ask her, I gave her about as much trouble since. My mama wasn’t raised like women are now, she was taught to cook her husband’s dinner, and smile, and eat whatever bullshit life gave her with a silver spoon. She rallied against it as best she could, but she was what her mother had intended her to be in those early years of her marriage to my Daddy. She tried to get me to be a good little woman too, but that just wasn’t in the cards for me. When my Daddy left her, she cried in a rocking chair and asked me to stay with her, but I left. I feel nothing but shame now remembering how pathetic I thought she was. Sometimes I wish I had stayed that day, but that wasn’t what was meant to happen, so it didn’t. I spent a lot of time thinking my mama was weak, or even stupid back then. Took me havin’ my own life and kids to see just how hard it can be, and how we are all just running around like chickens with our heads cut off tryin’ to do our best. And she really did her best. We always had clean clothes and good food on the table. My mama may have screamed a lot, but she loved us just as loud. We may not have had every new toy, but we found little notes in our lunch boxes, and came home to our dolls dressed up perfectly in my baby sister’s old clothes. I could never dress them up right like my mama could. She made us wear a jacket when it was cold, and she cleaned our blood away when we got hurt. She was a good mama, but after some years had passed, she discovered that maybe she just wasn’t that good a woman after all, and maybe she didn’t need to be. Maybe she didn’t want to be. She changed after the divorce. She cared less what people thought of her, especially what the church thought. She smoked and cussed when she wanted to, and she told us to fix our own dinner. She lost weight and began to really live her life for what seemed like the first time ever. I started to see my mama in a different light then, she was not the weak woman that Daddy made her, but stronger than I knew. Stronger than I could ever know, even now. She was there when we needed her, she is there even now if I need her. She won’t tell you everything is okay, and she won’t feel sorry for you, but she will be there. I used to want a mother that would hold my hand every time I felt sad, someone who would do my hair for a dance, or tell me they are sorry my boyfriend hurt my feelings, but that wasn’t my mama. There were worst things than a broken heart or a messy head of hair, and she knew it from personal experience. I now know that I get my strength from her. I don’t sit and wallow in whatever sad predicaments I may face, because I hear my mama’s voice telling me there are worst things, and to quit feeling sorry for myself. I hear her telling me to keep going, that nothing is so constant as change, and that things can’t be that bad for too long. I know I will be okay after every breakup, because she was. I know my kids will turn out okay, even if I am not perfect, because we did. I can’t tell you all of the sacrifices she made for us, but I can say they were many. I know she worried a lot more than anyone should, and she cried when she was mad, like I do now. I will never know the struggles she faced in reality, but I know they were there everyday and she did her damndest so that we wouldn’t have to face so many when we grew up. I know that everything good in me is from her. I used to want to be nothing like her when I was too young to know this world, and now when people say I am like my mom, I take it as one of the biggest compliments someone can give.
By Lolita Libra3 years ago in Humans