Editorial: I Love You. I'm Glad I Exist. Yes, I Will Go to Your Show.
Everything will have been nothing when it is all over. You must do to be. Yes, I will go to Penn Chinese Theatre's fall show.
Everything will have been nothing when it is all over. You must do to be. Yes, I will go to Penn Chinese Theatre's fall show.
Epilepsy is no joke
Everything will have been nothing when it is all over. You must do to be. Yes, I will go to Penn Chinese Theatre's fall show.
Proudly, I #runondunkin
Epilepsy is no joke
Why is it that when you kiss him you can forget your name?
The States are most United in their shared touch starved-ness: the source of all health woes.
Perhaps whatever plastic surgery the keypad of this turnstile got is what fixed all of its problems, and maybe that can be a metaphor for me as well – who will be the plastic surgeon to my heart?
The horror, goddam the horror.
Is he trying to get a referral to work in asset management, or is he trying to manage her assets?
Come on bro. No way you can tell me you’re proud of that stream.
What you never hear these medicated girls say is, “It’s time to eat a little Something Something!”
I showered today. I’m wearing clothes that have been washed within the past five business days. Where is my praise?
You can’t blame their blabbering and the rainy weather forever
If someone reads this and knows what she uses please reach out & let me know ASAP.
You begin to feel how one usually feels after a few drinks: socially and morally conscious about your racial identity.
Why are they sharing the lingering flavors of last night’s Commons meal on the bench right outside my window?
Even if we understand what someone is saying, that doesn’t actually mean that we understand it.
For one reason or another, you find yourself at the bottom of Penn’s social hierarchy. That’s ok. Maybe you’re ugly or from a weird state. Nothing you can really change.
Sinning runs rampant; intoxication, fornication, and spiritual deprivation all accompany “Meeting the Bros” or “dirty rushing.” However, there is a way to do away with this filth and rush properly – rush how Jesus would.
Unbeknownst to me, that little bitch (read: fantastically successful and impressive athlete) just doesn't give a fuck about the beautiful things I have to say to her.