How do you get over the “I’m not good enough, I have nothing to offer” nonsense that seems to happen to all women everywhere?
Thankfully with age comes less of an inclination to put up with bullshit and to some extent that involves bullshit from yourself. But argh!!!
I basically feel like I participated in the Hannibal finale by virtue of being on my period
Praying desperately that document shared with 40 esteemed classmates is only one visible to public among gay fanfiction, failed scripts, diary entries, etc…
I feel like I need to get really drunk with someone and watch Dream Live the First.
Is it the rose tint of nostalgia or were some of those songs really good?
And most of those grown men playing 14 year olds were really adorable??!