lorraine thorpe, the UK's youngest female double murderer, should not even be considered for an open prison. her cold-blooded actions—taking the lives of two innocent people—reveal a complete disregard for human life, and her potential release signals a dangerous precedent. this is not a story of rehabilitation; it is a reminder that the justice system sometimes prioritizes narrative over accounta...
wait, it’s kind of wild that I can name every player on the 1999 Bulls bench but can’t find a friend to text when I am having one of those days. the car seat is still in the back of my car, collecting dust, and I feel like an idiot when I remember I have a fully decorated nursery at home that nobody will ever see. therapy culture says to be open about grief, but honestly, it's easier to talk about...
so there i was, sitting on the floor of my one-bedroom apartment in a completely new country, mindlessly scrolling through the food delivery app that became my new "career." accidentally sent a text meant for my mom to my boss instead. it said, "you know what? i’m just as confused as a dog at a disco.” and here i am, formerly a respected doctor, now wishing i could just ghost myself and escape the awkwardness. what did i even think was gonna happen? did i think this was some conspiracy to elevate my humor? how does life take you from saving lives to delivering sandwiches and cracking bad jokes at 3am?
so there i was, sitting on the floor of my one-bedroom apartment in a completely new country, mindlessly scrolling through the food delivery app that became my new "career." accidentally sent a text meant for my mom to my boss instead. it said, "you know what? i’m just as confused as a dog at a disco.” and here i am, formerly a respected doctor, now wishing i could just ghost myself and escape the awkwardness. what did i even think was gonna happen? did i think this was some conspiracy to elevate my humor? how does life take you from saving lives to delivering sandwiches and cracking bad jokes at 3am?
शादी के तीन महीने बाद ये समझ में आया कि मेरे पति की जुए की आदत है। मेरे माता-पिता कहते हैं 'समझौता कर लो' जैसे ये कोई वर्कशॉप है। ये समझौता क्या है, मैं सिर्फ एक खूबसूरत दिखने वाली सजावट नहीं हूँ। मेरे भीतर एक आवाज़ है जो बस चिल्लाना चाहती है... क्या मैं अपनी जिंदगी को ऐसे जीने के लिए पैदा हुई थी?