I had a nightmare that I woke up in the dark of my bedroom with the door shut and there was a bright orange glow coming from the crack beneath the door. I went to see what was glowing, and the kitchen was on fire. I tried to put it out but the more I tried, the more the fire spread.
screaming bashing my head into a wall knocking a table over screaming more throwing things cellulitis sucks it sucks so bad my leg burns and itches and stings and it sucks it sucks so bad please hit me with your car
its normal for girls to fantasize about being extremely large and dangerous, like some type of beast, with claws and whatnot
I took an LGBT+ history course in college and my professor was always so open and welcoming and ready to answer any question without judgement.
The only time I ever saw him choked up was when he talked about all the friends he used to have. And how he is the only one left.
I tried to warn my family, going from room to room, shouting about the fire, but they just kept knitting, reading, watching TV. I screamed and cried and begged them to please just look at me, please listen to me, what I have to say is important, please, and the only one who met my eyes was my cat.