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What would you do if you thought the world was going to end? How would you live? That’s the question Adri, Kelsey, and I have been asking ourselves. I’ve been really existentially depressed lately and thought I should finally talk publicly about it. Why have I been depressed? I think humanity is going to be …
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(CW: Cannibalism) I was apprehensive about posting this for fear of close-minded judgment but given it was the opportunity of someone’s lifetime, I had to share. Those who know me, know I love novel experiences. It pays to have friends in high places and friends in low places. I’m lucky enough to have both. When …
I signed up for a film class my second semester in college. I was looking forward to it since I love movies. I kept thinking about how fun it would be to talk film with my fellow classmates. Boy was I wrong. Think of your favorite thing. Whatever it is. And then imagine having to …
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“Not every legend is a myth. Some are flesh and blood. Some legends walk among us.” Truly feeling inspired is euphoric. Anything feels possible: getting rich, going viral, getting into your top choice for college, buying your mom a fancy car. Obviously, this can be dangerous. Not everyone can do everything. I can’t play professional …
“Chink.” “Faggot.” Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever bullied someone else? Do those experiences still affect you? If so, how? If they don’t, when did they stop affecting you, and why? INT. NICE CHAPEL – DAY A choir of children in white dresses sings a choral Christian song in unison. Focus on JOHN, …
(Content Warning: Watching awkward sex scenes with my mom and mild spoilers of Martin Scorsese movies.) Thirteen years. Thirteen long fucking years is how long I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out. I love movies, LOVE THEM. Like many kids, and especially kids in shitty households, the TV was an escape for me. …
My dad woke me up and had me come downstairs. I was sleepy but it seemed important. The TV was on and it showed flames coming from some buildings. I don’t remember if it was before the plane hit the South Tower or not. I don’t remember my parents’ or sister’s reactions. I got dropped …