The planchette under your fingers moves. You all read the letters aloud.
G-O-R-E-A-D-A-B-O-O-K
“Holy shit,” you whisper, “Gore Adabo, OK?”
You look over at your friend Sally Adabo in horror.
The planchette under your fingers moves. You all read the letters aloud.
G-O-R-E-A-D-A-B-O-O-K
“Holy shit,” you whisper, “Gore Adabo, OK?”
You look over at your friend Sally Adabo in horror.
Me: Uhm, what’s a vegan fantasy book?
Customer (happysadly): It’s a fantasy book with no steaks. Get it? No stakes?
Me: Uhm, what’s a vegan fantasy book?
Customer (happysadly): It’s a fantasy book with no steaks. Get it? No stakes?
me: if my parents were charles xavier and magneto, would i be less mentally stable, or more mentally stable?
him: yes
me: if my parents were charles xavier and magneto, would i be less mentally stable, or more mentally stable?
him: yes
You’re not alone.
You matter.
Your story matters.
It’s as true today as it was yesterday.
It will be true tomorrow.
You’re not alone.
You matter.
Your story matters.
It’s as true today as it was yesterday.
It will be true tomorrow.