In Defense of Emojis
Texting without emojis is like talking with your hands behind your back. Certainly possible—but a little less dynamic.
Texting without emojis is like talking with your hands behind your back. Certainly possible—but a little less dynamic.
With all the grace of a victorious warrior princess, I gave my mortal enemy’s remains a proper burial.
I have been letting myself down for as long as I can remember.
I, Isaac Vis. The scrawny, pale fifteen-year-old whose mom still cookie-cut his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into heart shapes. Had. Kissed. A. Girl!
Metalcore, death metal, melodic death metal, black metal, djent, speed metal, thrash metal, hair metal, nu-metal, doom metal, grind, hardcore, post-hardcore, southern metal, sludge metal…
“Guys, I’m pretty hammered right now. Who’s feeling Arby’s?” said no one ever.
Sometimes my mind gets stuck on things. For the last five years or so, it’s been stuck on a person: Jai Paul.
But, as a single woman with no romantic prospects on the current horizon, I’ve gained the most intimacy with two men I have never met.
I’m proud to present my abridged and condensed translations of Maria Andresen de Sousa’s brilliant book Lugares.
Of course Michael Phelps won another gold medal. Why should we expect anything different?