I Was Wrong About Heated Rivalry
It looked like a low budget Wattpad-esque romance.
It looked like a low budget Wattpad-esque romance.
Please, please do not ask me to play Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. I don’t care what the cat or the goat or the pizza is doing.
After a sequence of repeated failures, I’m now forced to consider the possibility that she is really, genuinely out of touch.
But something changed for me when my sister and I found a string of polka-dot bunting in a HEMA in France a little over a year ago.
Sleeping in feels more like some sort of sin.
Similar to my experiences with the rest of the LGBTQ+ community, I didn’t really know that trans people existed for a long time.
Did I still want to be a journalist? Did I want to go into publishing? Did I want to go to grad school? If so, what for? History? Special education? Languages and literature? Some other field?
I respect what mascots do from a distance but I do not want to be caught in their frozen, unblinking gaze, thank you very much.
It would be weird if a LotR Magic set didn’t feature The One Ring in some way, and disappointing if it wasn’t a powerful card.
I got the Neverland stars tattooed on my wrist a few months later. I didn’t want to forget how special it all was.