High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Post
That mirrorverse that convinces us that the only way to love something is to dissect it.
That mirrorverse that convinces us that the only way to love something is to dissect it.
I was blonder than I had ever been for my wedding, which—admittedly—was a bit of an accident.
It seems that my “inner child” has never felt more far away than it does now.
There was no way I wasn’t going to listen to a song named after my home state.
I like hiking, earthy tones and station wagons—should I go full granola?
“If you have a bat in your dwelling after hours, please press four.”
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.
For the first time, it feels like I’m succeeding at being single and in my twenties.
My colon felt like it was in my spleen.
Does God grieve the callousness of humans, the way they shoot helpless animals and delight in habitat destruction?