Friendship
The Tall Dresser
The Tall Dresser Year Zero Simple, inane and all to latent, I remember being in your room looking at the yellow walls and reading all the misspelled obscenities' to lewd proposals all scrawled in sharpie to the phone number of the local radio station that would play drunken voicemails live on air. It was all to visceral and in the middle of it all the focal point of my eye was your dresser all to top heavy and also rigid. It lacked any real beauty. In contrast to the small vase with a singular marigold propped up barley high enough to crest above the top. I myself didn't know you at the time. It was warm not hot that summer, this was the first time in my life I had been in a girls bedroom, yet the glamor wasn't intimate nor licentious I was all to innocent. Just a third wheel who in later years became a second brother of yours. You dated my friend and I sat idling in a state of perpetual wonder, oblivious to what was actually happening on the bed behind me.
By Jeff Brandt5 years ago in Confessions
my story about hair
hair extensions are like diamonds, a girls best friend. i'll never forget the day i got exposed to it because of some of the "friends" i had that come around like a bat. there are so many hairstyles i would like to try but can't because of whose in the other room. i've bought packages of ocean wave, ombre light tone, remy, synthetic, Vivica A. Fox, and kanekalon. my favorite hairstyle so far has been straight because it takes me fifteen minutes to get ready. maybe i'm doing something wrong APARENTLY I OFFEND A LOT OF PEOPLE WHEN DRIVING MY AUNT TO WORK. everyone loves my version of the myspace haircut because my hair is short on top and the extensions are long in the back but i call it joe dirt without the spiky and more fixed. remy is an okay brand. everytime i buy a pack it goes missing BECAUSE SOMEBODY LOVES YOOOOOU. a lot of kids at my old work NOTICE that when i braid it or wear the vivica a fox brand, i either resemble rapunzel, dave grohl, maleficient, shrek, or several different characters from pocahontas, not pocahontas herself, AND I LOVE ATTENTION. they'll even point you out in the store and sometimes you just can't say nothin because you work at travis air force base. i'm just walking by in the grocery store and hear the name shrek from a kids mouth pointing in my direction. AND EVERYONE SMILES. remy ocean wave is something i need to lose weight for but i consider it special occasion hair like when my aunt wants to bring me to the beach in sonoma. i love how ocean wave just flies in the breeze then my natural hair is a mess. i bought 14 inches of brazilian hair body wave from the wish app a while ago and still haven't added because thats gonna take forever. one hair brand i do not like is brazilian because it does not match my naturae hair texture. i'm glad i bought the hairbrush you plug into the wall because its cool. flat irons take forever and my hair doesnt hold curl anyways. my favorite part about getting ready is doing my hair because its been rumored that it gets rid of that big ass head. braiding is a real adventure because i'm still figuring out how to start the braid and the gel keep it in place. rubber banding the braid halfway down and using a lighter to close the ends instead of tying because they fall off after awhile is helpful and people wonder where is the line. its like it adds dimension because my head turns into the shape of a box kind of like my friend who has a box shaped head. she is so embarrassed about it but at least she has a face to look at. i've tried the suggested ponytail because things are different on the military installation where you wear A LOT of gel but its not for me. the gel irritates the back of my head. it got so hot in there that i had to find a quick hairstyle to pin up and it worked for awhile. at least the hair extensions got rid of my stalker because i don't always look "like me" because of whose over at elsewhere. the ponytail is A FUN hairstyle to fix because i get dizzy wrapping the weft around my head halfway through and forget what i'm doing. its like i having a good time. when i wear the ponytail its like nobody gets onto me like when i wear it curly. when i went to cosmetology school, that i found to be a waste of time, people put in hair extensions for length, volume, depth, texture, or its a cultural thing I GET ALL THAT IN THE FACE. even some women out there love how i do my hair, its like they go to a different cashier, and its the same person because of the voice. the only thing thats changed is the face. its like playing a game of cat-and-mouse, who am i talking to today.
By Jessica5 years ago in Confessions
Relationships: next level
When you first start dating, you get that rush of excitement— a tingly feeling in your stomach, and you can’t seem to stop smiling. You make time for each other, put in that extra effort to make the other person like you even more; planning your outfits, searching for cute date ideas, taking the best selfie you could possibly ever have and post it all over your social media. You might also remember even the tiniest details like how they like their coffee so you can order it for them, their go-to lunch order or what they like to do in their leisure time.
By Trish5 years ago in Confessions
The Park
Do you think we were in love? I look at her but she's looking away from me and I realize I didn't actually say anything. The day around us is ending, none of the families are at the playground anymore and the group playing frisbee on the field is wrapping up, taking off cleats and passing beers around. The sky is dimming from a brilliant pink to a soft lavender color and the sound of cicadas grows louder in the dusk.
By Maureen Lincke5 years ago in Confessions
Nobody knows, but Romeo's on the Spectrum
TW: Suicide Two households, both alike in dignity. Along the fair Saskatchewan Prairies, we lay our scene. It’s not as flat as they say, you just have to go north. But it’s in the flat south where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the woes of adolescence, a pair of star-crossed lovers offer up their lives. Amongst pleas, the adults have heard enough. With his death, Romeo hopes to bury the strife. A fearful passage of death-marked love and the continuance of rage – which but marked their children’s end, naught could remove. What here was missed, my toil shall strive to mend it in the impending passages.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Andi
He felt the world had gone mad somewhere, somehow. It was hot today, and the horse flies were biting. But, it seemed it was always hot now. And when it wasn’t hot, it was a hurricane, or tornado, or rabid bat migration or unforseen proportions. He had dreamt last night, and he usually didn’t. This was something he would bring up at long expired dinner conversations to a response of, ‘well, you just don’t remember them.’ He’d always casually agree, but suddenly and silently disagree. He never dreamt, he was sure of it. That’s why last night meant so much, because she was there. Andi: five foot three, slender with flamboyant -natural- red hair. She was smiling. It was the honest smile the same way he remembered it. They were on the mountainside that he had taken her camping all those years ago and the sun was setting. The cacti around cast a calm shadow and the breeze blew steady. They hugged.
By Raisin Brazon5 years ago in Confessions
My Friend's Idea
“I feel ridiculous; I can’t do this,” I laugh. Marcus just shakes his head over the discord call and encourages me to try again. The lines on the paper I’m supposed to be reading sound silly when I say them. Every time I play the tracks of what I have just recorded, I cringe.
By Jessie Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY…
The Grand Valley days. Oh; to be “young” (at turning 24 the next day) and in love (with an unrequited something) again! I had met (did I call her “Racquel” or something in “The Bachelor” story? Yeah; we’ll call her “Racquel” here) my second semester at GV. We were part of the same Campus Ministry Spring Break Trip (“Campus Ministry” girls were, by default, slightly more humble and kinder; and we already had at least one common factor to share). We would go to Sarasota to help repair “Habitat For Humanity” Houses (“Helping build houses helps build bonds.”)
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Social Anxiety Is My Worst Enemy
I am often amazed at just how good my brain is at convincing me -- often without any evidence whatsoever -- that the people around me Do Not Like Me. It’s a regular occurrence, even with people I’ve known and been close with for years. I’ll wake up one day and suddenly think that the friends I talk to every day want nothing to do with me or that my family only tolerates me out of obligation. Friends will make plans that don’t involve me and almost immediately I am convinced it means they are trying to get rid of me. I’m aware of how absolutely irrational this all is, but that never seems to stop the powerful intrusive thoughts from forcing their way to the front of my mind.
By Kelsey Clarey5 years ago in Confessions
Voided Cavern
It is strange to be surrounded by so many friends and yet feel so lonely. It was not that the fact that there wasn’t any common interest. We all took the Same classes and was given the same assignments. However it just felt like it was never enough. Was this how Princess Kaguya felt when she took one look at the moon? Or am I doomed to be alone forever searching to fill this impossible black void I feel within my own heart?
By Valkyrie Yun5 years ago in Confessions
Always Out of Place
How do I even begin? As someone who has grown up with a parent with a severe mental disorder, such as schizophrenia, feeling like an oddball is a common occurrence. I've never really felt like I fit in anywhere until I met one of my best friends.
By Lelani Tomanogi5 years ago in Confessions
