I'd like to submerge myself In a pool of drugs. Get doped up and shove my Problems under a rug, Under a shield of protection That can never be compromised, Under a veil that could Never show the darkness that lies in my eyes... Each night, before I lay, I cry and I cry Of … Continue reading Submarine
I feel like I need to scream. Like I need to punch someone in the face in slow motion so I can see and feel every bit of it. There aren't enough hours in the day. There isn't enough money in my bank account. This week feels like a gunshot to my head, and yet, … Continue reading Defeated.
If superfluous commas, misplaced apostrophes (looking at you, it’s/its, they’re/their!), and sentence-ending prepositions make you flinch in horror, you’re in the right place. We take grammar seriously at The Daily Post; my fellow editors and I can often be found quibbling and nitpicking over tenses, modes, and — you guessed it — punctuation. Good writing, though, isn’t merely about adhering to rules. It’s also about knowing how and when to break them. Today, let’s talk about grammar — and the kinds of liberties you might consider taking with it.
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"Uh, well these are for my girlfriend's mom. We've been together for six years and she never came out of the closet. I, you know, I understood. It was...um...interesting. Yeah, interesting to say the least, but you know, when you love someone, you just...yeah. So like, her mom wants to meet me now. Like, at … Continue reading The Bouquet
I wrote a story pretty recently that kind of left me on my ass. I think it made me scared to write. I was so caught up with posting things and making sure that I was consistent that I kind of lost myself. I lost my art. I re-read my story White Walls, and honestly, … Continue reading Bloopers.
Ellen Page's coming out speech.
I tried to speak, but my voice was stifled and my body was numb. I was thrown into an alternate reality, a paralyzing realm of incapability. I felt stuck in place, yet my eyes and brain were functioning properly. I watched as they brought a screaming man into my room. I witnessed the brutality of … Continue reading White Walls Pt. II
http://youtu.be/ff0oWESdmH0?t=1m26s I'll never forget the first time I heard this song. It was a scorching hot summer and my sister and I spent it in Keansburg, New Jersey. I was in the living room playing Guitar Hero with my cousin, obviously kicking some serious ass. We'd just finished a round to Paramore's Crush, Crush, Crush, … Continue reading He Doesn’t Look a Thing Like Jesus
Saw this on Twitter and fell in love. How could you not?
Daily Prompt: With or Without You.