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"What dreams are made of?" by contributor

(pretty much what I expected of my study abroad experience) Two years ago, around this time, I got the fantastic news that I was going to...

Okay, sweetheart, just lay on this table right here. Oh, wow, you’re so red! You’ve got a sweaty forehead, there! Are you sunburned? Did...

Tuesday Home, smoking, with two friends. Friend #1 (female) leaves. Friend #2 (male) and I sit in silence until he slides over and...

Fuck that boy in seventh grade that sat across from me in homeroom. Every day, he’d greet me with a friendly, “Annie is f-f-f-fat.” It...

I am a chronic liar. Symptoms of my illness include: lying when asked questions, lying when no question is asked, and lying to one’s pet...

I’ve looked at my tongue in the mirror approximately 52 times today. And when I say the mirror I mean approximately 12 different...

I was taught, by the capitalist creators of Barbie and her Dream House, by multiple episodes of Friends and every other TV show ever, as...

There are lies we tell ourselves for a myriad of reasons. Personally, I’ve been living with certain lies for most of my life. I can...

This memory is a generic one. In my brain’s retelling of senior year, this happened many, many times, and it was exactly the same every...

It’s a strange feeling, really. Your initial reaction is to cry. No, that’s not right. You wait for him to leave, you order a pizza, you...