Consumed

There I was. Two hours had passed, my eyes were red and bloodshot, and all I felt was disoriented. It was like the world around me was distant and strange, almost like I had checked out of it for a moment. I felt bad and just downright tired and all I had to show for…

Pics Or It Didn’t Happen

Picture this: three girls, hand in hand and in mid-air just before they splash into the beautifully blue water below them…an impossibly delicious-looking waffle, topped with whipped cream and perfectly sliced strawberries, posing on a wooden table with a crisp white tablecloth, on a balcony overlooking the city at the break of dawn…a man in…