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32 Hilarious Twitter Reactions To The Super Blood Moon

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 08:32 PM PDT

































Why You Should Never Be The Best Version Of Yourself On The First Date

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 09:53 AM PDT

willie kessel
willie kessel

Sometimes you suck.

Think of what you’re like on a bad work day. What you’re like when you’re hungover. The way you behave when your ego gets the best of you. The names you have called other drivers on the highway. What you’re like at the airport.

You have plenty of good moments too. Selflessness when a loved one is in need. Unwavering loyalty to a friend who is hurting or in trouble. The times you’ve helped a stranger who was shit out of luck.

But these sides of you are not mutually exclusive. There’s no good version and bad version of you. You are capable of being kind, impatient, charming, boring, smart, lazy, and an infinite number of other possibilities all at the same time.

It’s the reason why, if you’ve ever taken a writing class or read a book/movie review, that there’s always an emphasis on the need for the main character to be flawed. Because otherwise, they wouldn’t be believable or relatable as a human being. We’re all blemished. Imperfect. Selfish. Greedy. We’re all going to behave in ways we aren’t proud of.

So when people tell you to ‘just be your best self’ on the first date, there’s an implied pressure there: be perfect. Rather than acting like and looking like the same person that you are on a normal day, take this day to draw together all of the best parts of you that have ever existed. Then wrap that all up in a bow and present it to your date, the person who could very well be the one you spend the rest of your life with.

That’s what dates are ultimately for, right? Finding the person who you can start a life with? Yes, dates can be fun, harmless nights out with someone who has caught your eye. But at the end of the day, what you’re really thinking is: Am I compatible with this person? Is it worth going on a second date? a third? a fourteenth? Should I be pursuing the potential that this connection holds?

And your date, whether they realize it or not, is thinking the same thing. They are processing every part of this experience, just as you are, and trying to figure out if they feel a spark.

As seemingly insignificant as one date can be, it still holds a lot of power.

So really, the worst thing you could possibly do on a first date is introduce that person to a version of you that does not exist: the seemingly flawless one. The ‘be your best self’ one. As Chris Rock said, “When you meet somebody for the first time, you're not meeting them. You're meeting their representative.” We are each our own agent, campaign manager, reference, spokesperson. We can’t help but try to make ourselves appear in the best light possible, no matter who we’re with.

This isn’t to say that you shouldn’t be friendly, or conversational, or warm when you’re on a date. If you’re funny, be funny. If you’re intelligent, don’t dumb yourself down. If you have something interesting to say, don’t hold it back for the sake of seeming more human or authentic.

But don’t caught up in trying to figure out who you’re supposed to be either. Don’t try to present the version of you that you think people want. Don’t try to find the ‘correct’ version. Instead, just be. The person you will form the deepest connection with is the one who likes you for being the opposite of perfect; they’re the person who likes you for you. Because if you just end up wrapping yourself up in a pretty bow, your future significant other will not fall in love with you. They will fall in love with your campaign manager. TC mark

15 Very Specific Things Everyone Who Grew Up Playing Mario Kart Knows To Be True

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 11:58 AM PDT

Mario Kart
Mario Kart

For people born before 1995 there was no better group bonding experience than Mario Kart. Friendships were born out of who had a Nintendo at their house and lost over who made their friends compete on Rainbow Road. Here are some other things you might remember from your Mario Kart days.

1. People who grew up playing Mario Kart TRULY appreciate technology. Going from being ecstatic to play the crappy, pixilated original version of Mario Kart to the incredible quality of recent versions is trippy. It’s insane to think about what we expect now compared to what used to seem so futuristic then.

2. Because, back in the day when someone had Mario Kart, they were the coolest kid on the block and an invite over was highly coveted. You’d sit in someone’s basement after school blowing into the Nintendo cartridge and fighting over who got to be Yoshi. (If you were really cool you were also drinking Surge.)

3. Back then, Mario Kart looked like this:

Mario Kart
Mario Kart

Now because of computers and smart people (???) it looks like this:

Mario Kart 8
Mario Kart 8

4. The first few times you played it was a struggle just to figure out how to go the right way on the track. You kept seeing that annoying flying guy tell you you were going backwards, but he wouldn’t tell you how to turn around and reorient yourself. Once you got the hang of going the right way, your only obstacle was making sure you weren’t looking at the wrong quadrant of the TV thinking you were in 1st place while it was actually your friend (you were driving into a wall).

5. Inevitably the amount of controllers you had was less than the amount of people who wanted to play, so you had to patiently wait to see who would lose the race and take theirs. Or, if you had an older brother or sister, you just had to sit and watch and whine because oddly enough, the “whoever comes in last sits out” rule never seemed to apply to them.

6. And when you did have enough controllers for everyone, you still fought over who got the “good” one.

7. Also, there was always a big fight to be “player one” because everyone else had to sit around and wait while THEY got the honor of choosing the course and clicking their way through the menu until you could actually start racing.

Mario Kart 64
Mario Kart 64

8. When you got Mario Kart on Nintendo 64 you spent wayyyy too much time trying to take the secret waterfall shortcut on Koopa Troopa Beach. Like, usually you would lose the race because you missed it the first time but if you got through the second time and got to travel through that magical tunnel it was all worth it.

9. Your mantra was “friends don’t let friends pick the ghost house or rainbow road.” Half of the race consists of waiting for the lil guy to pick you up from the dark depths of the unknown and set you back on the track. Occasionally, as you were getting set back on the track one of the other players ran into you and knocked you off the course so you had to wait, again.

10. If you weren’t the best player in your group, you reveled in the power of rolling over (or through) those question marks and inflicting the lightning curse on everyone. Or, better yet, getting the blue shell of death and knocking out your friend who was in first place right before they cross the finish line.

11. This chart resonates with you on a deep level:

Gaming Bolt
Gaming Bolt

12. When you played with someone who really wanted to annoy you they would make their character’s sound play over and over and over. To this day you can’t hear ‘Wa-Hooooooo’ and not want to punch someone.

13. There are two kinds of people in the world: those who hoarded their green or red shell halo in case anyone knocked into them — and those who immediately fired them all into the ether.

14. When Mario Kart 8 came out you became obsessed with the Luigi death stare:

The Luigi death stare is a redemption story for the ages, right up there with Neville Longbottom in Deathly Hallows.

15. Now that you’re older, you’ve discovered that drunk Mario Kart is where it’s really at. Coming home from a party and playing a few rounds with your friends while you wind down (and remember the joy that is Mario Kart) is the best. TC mark

21 People On How Their Sex Lives Changed After Marriage

Posted: 25 Sep 2015 10:18 AM PDT isaiahphoto isaiahphoto


"It’s just like sex before marriage, except each of you weighs 50 pounds more."

—Marin, 27


"Masturbation during marriage is fantastic. Best masturbation of my life, really. The sex, not so much."

—Jeff, 26



"You ever buy a pair of slippers that are maybe half a size too small? They hurt your feet at first, but once you wear them a hundred times, they stretch out and are the most comfortable shoes you've ever worn? That's what married sex is like. It's so familiar, it's as comfortable as an old pair of slippers."

—Ted, 30



"When we 'tied the knot,' it’s like he tied his dick into a knot, too. He never uses it anymore—at least not on me. Thank God for Hitachi!"

—Amy, 29



"Sex right now is better with my ex-wife than it is with my current one. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m a cheater and a cad and an asshole, and even though I got married only a little over a year ago, about once a month I’ll drive across town and fuck the ever-loving shit out of my ex-wife. It just feels lighter and easier and pressure-free, because we’re not both hauling around these heavy cement bags that are the drudgery of day-to-day problems. I imagine sex will be better with my current wife once we get divorced."

—Josh, 32



"Let's just say that after we got married, we both discovered that I have a prostate gland. That's all I'll say on the record."

—Ken, 27



"It’s like the musical output of the Rolling Stones. At first they were putting out four albums a year. Now it’s been ten years since their last album. Got it? OK, just switch out 'years' for 'weeks,' and you have my sex life after getting married. It’s been ten weeks since I last had sex. Fuck you for asking."

—Gordon, 29



"OK, imagine you’re in a 'race' with no competition. Would there be any incentive for you to train as hard as possible and run as fast as you can? No, you’d just take your sweet-ass time jogging around the track because you know there’s no competition. When we were dating, we both tried harder to look good and to please the other because there was always the possibility that someone else was competing for the other’s affection. When there’s no competition, you get lazy. There’s a laziness in security, and laziness isn’t sexy."

—David, 31



"It's like learning to play the violin. With each practice, you get better at it. Same goes for married sex."

—Ron, 29



"It’s like he’d rather eat nachos than my pussy. At least when we were dating, he’d eat both."

—Etta, 29



"Before we were married, we were like a team. After we got married, it was like we became competing teams. He looks just as great as he did before we got married. But that’s not what killed our sex life—it’s everything but the sex that kills it. It’s the bills and the cleaning and the familiarity and the idiot relatives and the claustrophobia that kill your drive to even want to touch them."

—Jamie, 29



"I’m jacking off to online porn in one room while she’s jacking off to online porn in the other."

—Lorin, 27



"When the chase is over and you’ve captured your prey, you're fucked. No, actually, you’re not fucked. You don’t fuck at all."

—Adam, 29



"Once they start snoring and farting and forgetting to brush their teeth before they go to bed, not only does the frequency of sex go down, you want it to go down. Seeing skid marks on his underwear pretty much turned me celibate. How many times can you hear someone fart in their sleep without ever wanting to touch them anywhere on their body ever again?"

—Denise, 34



"When we were boyfriend and girlfriend, I used to get thrilled on the way going over to her place—I felt tingles from my nose down to my toes. Now I dread coming home to see her."

—Joe, 33



"We jerk each other off and then fall asleep. Every night. Pretty soon I suspect we’ll fall asleep while jerking each other off."

—Luis, 29



"Imagine eating the same hamburger with the same bun the same pickles and the same ketchup every fucking night for years and years and years. Then you look around and realize there are Indian restaurants, sushi places, vegan co-ops, and a Greek diner—all on the same goddamned block where you’ve been eating your nightly hamburger. After a while, just about anything looks tastier than that hamburger. I’m pretty sure that eating the same hamburger every night for the rest of your life was one of Dante’s Seven Levels of Hell."

—Tom, 26



"This sounds weird, but now that I’m married, it feels like I’m having sex with a family member. Not a good feeling. No, not a good feeling at all."

—Billy, 30



"It’s sad. Being this close has made us not as close anymore. She hasn’t gotten any less sexy physically. It’s just that she annoys the shit out of me, and that makes me less attracted and less willing to have sex with her."

—Brad, 28



"You immediately start fantasizing about sex with others. That’s the only way to keep it interesting."

—Johnny, 31



"The thrill is gone, and it ain’t never coming back. The marriage certificate is like a death warrant for your sex life."

—Corinne, 28 TC mark

10 Tips On How To Live With Someone For The Rest Of Your Life Without Going Fucking Crazy

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 11:00 AM PDT


1. Be up front about your pet peeves, and agree not to push each other’s buttons. Maybe you can't stand nail biting, or you hate overhearing phone conversations with customer service agents, or the sight of an unfolded towel or an uncapped Listerine bottle drives you Britney-Spears-circa-2007 insane. It doesn't matter how weird or irrational your pet peeves are. When you're sharing a home with another imperfect human, you have to be honest about all the tiny little things that make you want to stab your own eyes out with a toothpick. Then you have to ask your partner to avoid doing those things in exchange for the reassurance that you will try your best to avoid doing whatever makes them want to dive into an empty pool. Otherwise, you might just kill each other.

2. Pledge to have sex regularly—even when you can’t stand each other. If you're sharing a bed with someone, there's no reason not to have sex several times a week. Sexual intimacy triggers the brain's feel good hormones, urging you to associate pleasant sensations with the person you're banging. Bottom line: You’re ten thousand percent less likely to annoy the fuck out of each other if you're fucking consistently. You don't even have to be on good terms to reap the benefits of bumping uglies. And if the value of maintaining a peaceful relationship isn't enough to sell you on the idea of routine lovemaking, consider nooky a favor to yourself. Because even if you're pissed at the person who gives it to you, an orgasm is pretty much always awesome.

3. Don't be afraid to go to bed angry. All healthy couples fight, and when resolution doesn't come quickly, things can devolve into nasty don't-expect-your-desert-vagina-to-get-wet-anytime-soon-because-I-can’t-stand-you territory that's typically better left unexplored. If you sense that you're not going to see things your partner's way as bedtime approaches, go the fuck to sleep. Because the only thing worse than two angry people butting heads is two exhausted, angry people failing to play nice. When you choose sleep over prolonging a battle, chances are the urge to strangle each other will subside overnight so you can start fresh the next day.

4. Apologize after every single fight. If you want to live well with another human being whose loveable quirks are sometimes just as difficult to stomach as your own, you absolutely have to take responsibility for your role in every skirmish, large and small. When two people fight, both parties are always culpable on some level and if you don't own your part of the ugliness, you can't expect the other person to. You don't need to rehash the particulars of a quarrel to say a simple "sorry," which can go a long way in propelling a couple forward. Otherwise, issues quickly accumulate into stacks of unresolved emotional grudges that will definitely topple one day.

5. Clean up after yourselves. Hopefully you're at least somewhat aligned with your significant other on the pig-to-neat-freak spectrum. No matter where you each fall, it's important to do your best to clean up your own messes. No one wants to live with someone who can't prepare a snack for themselves without leaving a sticky disaster behind on the kitchen counter. So whether or not you're anal about keeping the lids of peanut butter jars goo free, be mindful that you're home isn't just your own. You’re equally responsible for keeping it as neat and cockroach free as possible.

6. Make sure each person has a space that's entirely their own. You don't have to live in a mansion to carve out a separate nook for each person to decorate as an expression of their identity. Having your own space lets you maintain some semblance of individuality once you exchange your first person singular existence for the this-is-what-we’re-up-to life of a cohabiting couple. Respect each other's right to retreat to this personal space whenever necessary.

7. Don't let dated gender norms dictate the division of labor. When deciding who should tackle which household chores, don't fall into the trap of making sex-based assumptions. It might just be that doing the dishes after dinner relaxes a man, while taking a short walk to empty the trash appeals to a woman, and mowing the lawn is something you’ll have to outsource since neither of you are willing to inhale bits of grass. Be honest about which tasks are the least off-putting to you and volunteer your services to vacuum or clean the toilet without worrying which chores are traditionally male or female. Buckets, mops, and brooms don’t have genitals anyway.

8. Don’t expect a medal for every chore you cross of your joint To Do list. We all thrive off of flattery, but fishing for compliments or affirmation is tedious. If you need a pat on the back for every errand you run or unpleasant job you complete, consider giving it to yourself or call home to mom. You’re on the same tea, but your partner isn’t your personal cheerleader, so don’t expect them to praise you for every little thing you accomplish. Unless things are divided unequally, your significant other is doing just as much as you are to make your shared home a liveable place.

9. Play to your individual strengths in managing the nitty-gritty. Existing in the modern world requires dealing with a lot of minutiae—from banking to grocery shopping and choosing the right cell phone carrier. When you're single, you have to handle everything yourself. The advantage of managing day-to-day life as a duo is that you can split regular duties according to which annoying details you hate dealing with the least. By assigning loose roles like Minister of Technology, Head of Finance, Entertainment Chair, and Director of Culture according to each person's knowledge base and skill set, you can spare each other from fretting over some of the more irksome aspects of adulthood, like signing up for the most sensible mobile phone plan, and remembering to buy tickets to that concert the second they go on sale.

10. Proactively adopt each other's good habits. Some people are very mindful of their diet while others are good about exercising, calling their parents weekly, or keeping a tidy house. If you've chosen to cohabit, hopefully you admire at least a few things about your partner's approach to life. But don't count on your significant other's best habits seeping through your skin by way of breathing the same air. Identify what your boyfriend or girlfriend does better than you and commit to trying those things their way. If you embrace your partner’s commendable habits and note their life enhancing impact on your life, you’ll have an easier time coping with the less awesome aspects of living with someone for the rest of your life. TC mark

20 Things Every Guy Wishes Women Knew About Sex

Posted: 25 Sep 2015 06:00 AM PDT

Twenty20 / stefiakti
Twenty20 / stefiakti

Sex is a learned skill. So, the more you do it, the better you’ll get at it, right? Wrong.

As the famous Vince Lombardi quote goes, “Practice does not make perfect. Only perfect practice makes perfect.”

This universal truth is so important when it comes to sex, because it’s a topic that can sometimes be a sensitive subject between you and your partner. Your partner might be hesitant to ask for what they need in the bedroom because they’re worried about hurting your feelings.

As a result, you’re just further ingraining bad habits instead of correcting them. But luckily for you, I’m not invested in your feelings.

Here’s what you might need to hear about your performance in the bedroom, but aren’t.

  1. Do your part. Nothing’s worse than a partner who just lays there, seemingly disinterested. Show enthusiasm, be vocal, and move with the action. Otherwise, you’re just a slightly warmer blow-up doll.
  2. Take control every now and then. The guy is generally expected to be the aggressor/dominant one in a sexual encounter. Turning this around on him is an exciting way to keep him on his toes and even help him out if he’s tired.
  3. We don’t care if you’re not perfectly groomed. So, your legs are a little scruffy, you haven’t cleaned up down there, and you don’t smell like you just came out of a Bath & Body Works. Trust us, we’ll get over it. As long as you practice good, basic hygiene, it’s not imperative that you be pristine at all times. We’re realistic.
  4. Remember that communication is key. Don’t let us waste 5 minutes doing something that’s not working for anybody. Sex isn’t the time to be shy and polite. Tell us what’s working or what you need, and everyone will be happier.
  5. … And so is listening. Don’t take it personally if we’re not feeling what you’re doing and ask to try something else. That thing your ex really loved may do nothing for us. Everybody’s different.
  6. Don’t freak out if we don’t get off. There are so many factors that can cause this to happen, but it’s almost never because you’re not attractive enough or good enough in bed. There’s a cultural stereotype that all dudes love sex 100 percent of the time with anyone, always. Maybe we’re not in the mood, are stressed, lacking an emotional connection, or so many other things. Don’t beat yourself up.
  7. We need foreplay, too. So much of the fun of sex is in the mind. A lot of it is about the buildup and anticipation. Just as you need foreplay to fully enjoy the experience, so do we.
  8. Don’t forget the romance. This is another symptom of the belief that guys are just cavemen looking to score. Romance, seduction, and the emotional aspects of sex work on us, too.
  9. It’s totally possible for us to not be in the mood. With all that being said, sometimes there’s nothing you can do.
  10. We need to know your kinks. Especially if they’re something physically aggressive. We’re not just going to jump out on a limb and guess whether you liked to be choked or if that’s going to get us sent to jail. If you want to get what you want, you have to ask for it.
  11. Talk dirty. The sexiest move in the bedroom is enthusiasm, period.
  12. Don’t always wait for us to initiate. Sex may not be on our mind until you put it there. If you’re in the mood, but he’s not acting, go for it.
  13. Don’t do anything halfway, especially oral. If you could describe any act you’re partaking in as “dutiful” or “half-hearted,” then he’s not enjoying it.
  14. Don’t worry, we love how you taste down there. Many women can be self-conscious about this, but I’ve never heard any man bringing it up as an issue.
  15. We’re not trusting that you’re on birth control until we REALLY know you. Don’t take it personally. It’s a huge risk to take. We bear the brunt of the sacrifice in having to wear a condom anyway.
  16. Condoms are going to make it take awhile. They’re desensitizing. If he’s taking too long, be prepared to finish things by other means. More foreplay can also help.
  17. Sex is a lot of cardio. We could use a breather every now and then. It really helps when you go on top or otherwise take control for a spell.
  18. We don’t care if you’re sweaty afterwards. Considering what we just did, don’t worry about it.
  19. We’re super-sensitive after we finish. Particularly of concern after oral. Be gentle!
  20. Remember to pee after sex. Somehow, some women still don’t know this. UTIs are real, ladies! TC mark


The Power Of One Year: How 16 People Turned Their Lives Around In Twelve Months Or Less

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 08:47 AM PDT


1. "Eight months ago I quit drinking and smoking weed. I wouldn't say I was addicted back then but I was really unhealthy and all of my money was going towards booze and drugs. Now I feel amazing – I'm in the best shape I've ever been in and I'm making a serious dent in paying off my student loans. I still go out with my friends but I don't miss getting blackout. I feel like a totally different person now."

— Andrea, 24


2. "At the end of 2013, I'd just gotten dumped and I was a total mess. I spent New Year's Eve bawling my eyes out in my best friend's basement. Less than a month later, I met the love of my life. On New Year's Eve of 2014, he took me out for dinner and proposed to me. It was the happiest day of my life – I know it's cheesy but it made me realize that everything happened the way it did for a reason. If my ex hadn't dumped me the year before I never would have gotten together with my fiancΓ©e."

— Alicia, 32


3. "At the end of 2012 I was working the same office job I'd been working for thirteen years and living a dull, suburban lifestyle with my husband of 20 years. Neither of us were happy and we both knew it… so at the beginning of 2013 we finally decided to get divorced. I went freelance with my work and moved to LA, which is where I've always wanted to live. In the span of one year, my life went from a monotonous nightmare to an exciting adventure. I never thought I'd be able to start over at 43 but it's one of the best decisions I ever made!"

— Sherry, 46


4. "A year ago I believed I was incapable of having children. Now there's a beautiful, healthy baby girl sleeping in the room next to me."

— Lauren, 28


5. "A year ago I was unemployed and living with my parents, when my Dad announced he was getting stationed upstate and they were going to have to move. So I had eight months to figure out what I was going to do. I got a job at a climbing gym to start saving up for my own place and while I was working there I fell hard for one of the instructors. He asked me to move in with him after only five months and I said yes! Now we live in an amazing apartment and just adopted a kitten together. I've never had a relationship move this fast but I've also never been happier. A year ago today, I couldn't have dreamed up the life I have now!"

— Jenny, 25


6. "It took me until I was twenty-two to finally come out as gay. I'd never dated anyone up to that point but by the end of the year I had my first serious boyfriend. Even though it was a tough year to get through, I was so happy I finally did it. Turning twenty-three, I felt like myself for the first time in my life."

— Peter, 27


7. "I've always had really bad anxiety but I never really wanted to acknowledge it. In my last year of college, I hit an all-time low. I was getting high literally all of the time to avoid having panic attacks but even that only worked up to a point. I decided I finally needed to get help, so I went to a psychiatrist. I started taking anti-anxiety meds and doing cognitive behavioral therapy. A year later, I feel like a totally different person. I'm even holding down a full-time job now! There's now way I would have been able to manage that even six months ago."

— Lily, 23


8. "It may not seem like the biggest change but in the past year I've made a point so spend at least an hour each day outside. I feel so much calmer and happier than I did at this point last year – and I'm sleeping a lot better too! Our bodies really aren't meant to stay cooped up indoors all day."

— Dan, 34


9. "This past year, my Mom got diagnosed with heart disease. Though it's a terrifying time for the family, it has really forced us to put our differences aside to help her out. There was always tension between myself and my siblings because they're very religious and I am not. But we have a new appreciation for each other after this past year. No matter what happens next, I know we'll get through it as a family."

— Joanne, 31


10. "Two years ago I was working the WORST office job imaginable. My boss was a total maniac who made us work twelve-hour days without overtime pay. I knew I needed to get out so I took a HUGE risk and decided to quit to pursue my dream of opening a bakery. It took a while to get things sorted out but almost exactly a year later, my best friend and I opened the doors of our own cafΓ©. There've been a lot of ups and downs but I can proudly say that the business has been afloat for almost eight months now. Even on the bad days, I've never been happier with my choice."

— Jessica, 27


11. "In the past year, I've lost almost sixty pounds. I've never felt physically or mentally better! I'm running my first half marathon this fall, which I never thought I'd be able to do."

— Dean, 30


12. "Last summer my boyfriend and I broke up so I decided to go travelling while I was unattached! I ended up moving to South Korea to teach English and LOVING it. I have a whole community here the way I never did back home. I just renewed my contract for another year and honestly I don't see myself leaving for at least the next five. I make great money, I get a free apartment and I travel all over when I have time off. I only wish I'd worked up the courage to do something like this sooner!"

— Jayden, 24


13. "A year ago my best friend was undergoing extensive radiation and chemo therapy for skin cancer. Things were looking really bad and we weren't sure if he was going to make it. A year later, he's in remission! Not only that but he's also back at work full-time and dating an awesome girl he met while undergoing treatment. I've never been happier to see things turn around for someone so quickly."

— Krisann, 20


14. "For the past seven months I've been keeping a 'gratitude journal.' At the end of every week I pencil in ten things I'm grateful for and three things I'm looking forward to for the next week. It's a small change but it's made a big difference in my outlook – I never realized how much I truly have to be happy about!"

— Lisa, 25


15. "I graduated college with no idea what to do next. I took the first job I could find waitressing to supplement my income from what I really wanted to be doing, which was modeling. Less than six months later, I landed a full-time gig as a plus-sized model. Now I get to inspire women from around the world to celebrate their bodies! I've never felt happier or more confident. I actually can't believe how little time it took for me to land my dream job!"

— Erin, 25


16. "Last year was the most monotonous year of my life. So this year, I decided to finally take the summer-long trip to Africa that I've been dreaming about for almost a decade. I booked my flights this past weekend and I can't believe it's all actually happening! The anticipation is indescribably sweet."

— Melissa, 36TC mark

I Moved To Savannah, Georgia Not Knowing It’s The Most Haunted City In The United States

Posted: 23 Sep 2015 10:59 AM PDT

Flickr / Craige Moore
Flickr / Craige Moore

I never knew how haunted Savannah was until I lived there myself. I moved there from Ohio in the fall of 2014.

It was my first year at the Savannah College of Art and Design and I was starting as a junior. My parents helped me move into my new, small one bedroom apartment on East Perry Lane just behind the school. They also agreed to let me take Leia, the small Corgi-Sheltie mix that I rescued during my senior year of high school. She was mostly white with a little bit of chestnut color and two brown patches right by her ears. The Star Wars fan in me couldn't help it. While the most damage Leia could do was lick someone to death, we all figured that she could at least bark off any solicitors and serve as a companion during my transition. I was a little scared to start college where I didn't know anyone. I was also creeped out that the view from my window showed the most well-known cemetery in Savannah: Colonial Park.

Colonial Park Cemetery is considered one of Savannah's most haunted spots. In fact, Savannah is widely renowned as THE most haunted city in America. Put the two of them together and you have the creepiest location in the creepiest city right outside my doorstep. Over 10,000 people were buried in Colonial park, but most of the gravestones no longer exist. There's also a plaque marking the mass grave for victims of the Yellow Fever epidemic. The biggest kicker is that the borders of Colonial Park used to extend much further than where the gates say the cemetery ends. The legend that most of Savannah, GA is built upon its dead couldn't be more true, and I was living in an example of it. My little one bedroom apartment was probably built on top of at least one forgotten soul.

I tried not to think about the grave history of my neighbors across the street, and instead I resorted to popcorn with Leia while watching happy princess movies that kept my mind off the dead. As it turned out, most of the time, it didn't bother me too much. After a few weeks of classes, I almost forgot altogether that the cemetery was there. It became another part of the scenery when I went to Six Pence Pub. I made a few friends in my classes and got more comfortable with the city. I even started talking to a boy named Adam. He gave ghost tours around the city, so when I told him I lived across the street from Colonial Park, it didn't really faze him. He knew where it was from passing it so many times. It was around this time I realized people in Savannah are pretty used to scary stories.


While things were going well with my new crush, school was wrapping up its eighth week. Midterms were at the end of Thursday and Friday. I was planning on studying through the week and rewarding myself with a date on Saturday at The Public. I was looking forward to a good burger and chips that didn't hurt my wallet.

That Wednesday night, I was doing the last of my cramming while the TV was buzzing in the background. I was working on finishing a study guide when my hand gave way for Leia to jump into my lap. I moved her off my lap, cussing, after seeing the scribble that she caused my pen to make across my paper. Leia wagged her tail and barked with her trademark smile. Annoyed, I went back to flipping the pages of my book to come up with the answers that would soon give me freedom for the weekend. Leia trotted over to the door wagging her tail. Just when I thought I might finish, she needed to go out.

Scowling at Leia, I grabbed her leash and a recyclable bag I’d been saving from the grocery store. I was hoping to make this as quick and painless as possible. I didn't have much of a yard between my apartment and the sidewalk, so I usually let Leia do her business in the small field that separated the cemetery from the sidewalk on the other side of the street. It was conveniently located next to a playground with garbage cans that I could throw dirty bags in. I never understood whose idea it was to put a playground with a small field area right next to where a bunch of dead people were buried. I slipped on my sneakers halfway and followed her out into the street. It was 9 PM, and I wanted to spend as little time out in the dark as possible. The street lamp at least kept the playground area decently lit.

I watched Leia finish her business in the grass. She looked at me expectantly. Sighing, I scooped it up, and delivered it to its rightful home in the garbage. When I got back to the sidewalk, I noticed a small figure on the other side of the cemetery gates. It was a little boy. He had dark pants on and what looked like a brown hoodie, with the hood up. Curiosity aroused, I walked over to the gate, and Leia kept barking.

"Leia, stop! Leia, knock it off." I didn't want to scare the child. It quickly dawned on me somebody might've lost their kid while touring earlier. There were multiple gates into the cemetery, but the main one was at the corner of Abercorn and Oglethorpe. When it got closer to closing time, the only gate that remained open was the main entrance until all of the tourists were gone. Then the main gate was locked to keep people from trying to trespass at night. I thought that this poor kid probably tried to use the wrong gate to leave and might've gotten separated from his parents.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to find your parents?" I asked the boy. He didn't move. He didn't respond. I tried a different question. "Is everything okay? Did someone leave you here? Are you lost?" Leia got a slight growl underneath her breath. He didn't even flinch.

I decided to back up and walk away, thinking I could grab my cell phone from inside and make a call to the police station about the kid who accidentally got locked up in the cemetery. I couldn't even imagine what I would do if I were 8 or 9 years old locked in there at nighttime. I started to get my power walk on, until Leia jerked me from behind with her leash. She had stopped dead in her tracks. I looked back. Somehow the little boy was on the other side of the gate — my side of the gate. There was no way he could've climbed the fence that fast. Maybe the gate had been unlocked all along and I didn't notice it. Maybe the kid was stirring up trouble by walking in past the unlocked gate and now walking back out. I turned and kept walking, trying to drag Leia with me, but she kept growling. I turned to look back, and the little boy in the hood was now on the sidewalk. My heart was racing. I started walking faster. The next time I looked back was the last time I looked. I was about 100 feet from my apartment. I turned to look. The little boy wasn't on the side walk anymore. He was standing inches in front of my face. The hood kept me from seeing any of his features. I knew this couldn't be any normal child.


I pulled Leia behind me and ran like I had never run before. My arms struggled against her resistance. I fumbled with the keys afraid for my life to look back behind me in case this boy was behind, waiting to follow me in. My heart was pounding. I pushed through the door into the apartment. I slammed the door shut and locked the deadbolt. I kicked off my sneakers, surprised that they had even stayed on during my half-marathon to the door. I slinked down into the couch, heat and adrenaline radiating from my body. Shaking, I gripped my phone. I got on my knees and crawled towards the front of the room, and I'll never know what possessed me to do this.

I looked out the window just enough to see that nobody was there. There was no hooded boy in sight. I called Adam.

I heard the dial tone and a click.

"Hey, what's up?" It was Adam.

"Oh thank god,” I said.

“Is everything alright?”

I hesitated.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered. “I'm not quite sure how to put this, but I think a little kid tried to follow me home.”

There was silence on the other end.

Adam cleared his throat. “A little kid?”

“I'm not sure if it was a kid though," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he was in the cemetery, then he was out of the cemetery. He didn't talk, and he didn't have a face."

"What was he wearing? Was it hooded or dark?" I was shocked. How would he know that the little boy I saw was wearing a dark hoodie?

"Yea…'d you know that?"

"Well, back in the mid-1800s there was a boy's orphanage just outside of Savannah. When the yellow fever hit the orphanage, it didn't have the money or supplies to help the sick orphans. A lot of them died and were buried at Colonial cemetery. The weird thing is that new playground is where their grave marker used to be…and the orphans were all issued a dark hooded jacket for the winter upon arrival." TC mark

16 Outwardly Happy Couples Reveal Their Darkest Thoughts About Their Relationship

Posted: 27 Sep 2015 09:54 AM PDT

Jude Law (The Talentd Mr. Ripley)
Jude Law (The Talentd Mr. Ripley)

1. "Our relationship is amazing. However, hypothetically, if I ever wanted to leave it, that would be virtually impossible. The kids and the money staple us together, there's no way I could get out of this thing; luckily I would never think about leaving." — Female, 33

2. "My friend gave me his Tinder password. I don't go on it to cheat. I just go on it to look at what I might be missing." — Male, 28

3. "Everything about our relationship works, except I repress my true nature. I can't tell her (yet) that there is no way I can live within the constraints of a traditional relationship for the next 60 years of my life. I would go insane. I need to constantly be meeting new people. I need to travel alone. From time to time, I need to do reckless things that aren't acceptable in polite society or for traditionally married people. As far as sexuality, I have multiple quasi-dating situations at any give time that edge too close to sexual. She understands some of this on some level, but the truth is I haven't found courage yet on how communicate that I need to have a much more liberal and autonomous relationship if we are ever going to get married." — Male, 25

“We both have picture perfect social media feeds and put off positive vibes in-person. Yet, under that veneer is a nasty spoiled child that hasn't booked acting work at all this year and refuses to get a real job.”

4. "If I left my wife, she would be in a bad place. I honestly don't know how she would survive. She's like a child. I think every birthday she gets worse, too." — Male, 40

5. "When we go out with our friends we’re always so happy and fun to be around. My husband is verbally abusive and drinks too much. He is paranoid about me cheating on him. I'm pregnant. He's so neurotic he's going make me get a paternity test. It's his child. The divorce papers are coming. It's going be very hard to be a single mother after two years of marriage, and the only reason I can do this is because the support system of my family and friends is so strong. " — Female, 35

6. "Last night I had a dream that I was hooking up with Jude Law. But stopped myself in my fucking dream because I was like oh wait, I have a boyfriend! So I think about having sex with other guys, it seems particularly great when we have fight, but I'm even faithful in my dreams, so you know." — Female, 30

7. "I definitely get bored with her, with our house and neighborhood. But so what? Life isn't all about excitement. We need to be disciplined. We need to work through it to build an amazing life, because that's what we are doing building a life and that's hard work. I'm just so glad to have a partner to help me do it." — Male, 29

8. "We are an all-star work couple and everyone thinks we are so cute. We met at work when we're both entry-level and now after 3 years together are both at the top of our professions and dating. The thing is we stay together because it's useful not because we are in love." — Male, 32

9. "We have so much money that everything about the idea of love or even genuine human connection feels wrong with us. I know that a flock of young women always follow him around. Our friends aren't really our friends and just want to come along for a free ride. This whatever we want, whenever we want lifestyle makes us into rabid fiends incapable of being compassionate" — Female, 30

10. "You seemed stunned when I said there really isn't anything wrong with my relationship. I think society is pretty fucked up when you don't believe me when I say I don't really think anything nasty about my husband. Maybe what we have is rare but it should just be normal. Once you commit to someone, the more time the passes the better and richer the commitment becomes. Simple as that and if you don't believe that you shouldn't be committing to anyone." — Female, 33

11. "My boyfriend has completely given up in the bedroom and we haven't even had kids yet. The last time he ate me out was probably a year ago and when we have sex it's just him getting off. The other aspects of our relationship are thriving but I do wonder how else he is getting off." — Female, 26

12. “We live the dream with an amazing condo and a vacation home. Three kids that are doing perfectly in school, but my wife does cocaine from to time when we have to do something social, like even visit family. She says she is "too tired" which between work, the kids, and me I understand, but yeah it's weird but at this point certainly not addict behavior. She should probably just get Adderall or something but ironically its more convenient to just get cocaine illegally than go through all the medical hoops." — Male, 36

13. "We are polygamous, swingers, and my girlfriend is also bisexual. She encourages me to sleep with beautiful women. Truly she is genuinely excited when it happens. We live together and have been together for eight years. We never talk about the nature of our relationship wither other people, but I guess there is a dark side to it. No one gets the way we live and there are times I'd like to have a traditional girlfriend, just because we can grow very distance from each other sometimes. We always circle back though, it's not that bad." — Male, 34

14. "We are both extremely attractive. I'm a model and he's an actor. We both have picture perfect social media feeds and put off positive vibes when we are out. He's also just that charming all American boy with blonde hair and a childish smile, which further reinforces some perfect scenario. Yet, under that veneer is a nasty spoiled child that hasn't booked acting work at all this year and refuses to get a real job. And is a control freak, still I'm in it to win it and want to make the relationship work." — Female, 23

15. “If I got the chance, I would cheat on my husband with one of my ex-boyfriends and never tell him. That seems like fair game.” — Female, 28

16. "I never know what she is thinking. I don't understand her thoughts. She can get emotional but I don’t feel any there there. I don't know how to trust her because I don't know if there is a real her behind that smile. But we have fun so much fun together, it's just when I think about it she does feel like a stranger to me. A complete and utter stranger." — Male, 25 TC mark

What Happens In The Dark Room Stays In The Dark Room

Posted: 25 Sep 2015 05:58 AM PDT


It's 4:03. I'm three minutes late for my dark room shift. I'm sure Luke is already there, waiting for me. He always gets there before I do.

I drop my cigarette on the ground as I hop off my bike. I pause a second to catch my breath at the door. I should really stop smoking.


"Jesus! Jesus…jesus, Luke, you scared me. Shit, I didn't see you there."


He pushes his long, brown hair back before throwing his sweatshirt over his head. It's warm out here, but it's cold in the dark room. His shirt gets caught. He catches my eyes lingering and smiles.

"You're four minutes late."


"Yeah, four minutes. Shall we?"

Our final film photography project is due in a few days. Luke is a cocky motherfucker, but not as some function of creative genius. He's just one of those guys who's apt to take classes he's glaringly overqualified for (and then never let you forget exactly how overqualified he is). He's hot, though.

Quiet competition heats the room as we handle our film in the pitch dark. This stage—the pitch dark stage—only takes about ten minutes, but ten always feels like thirty. Time moves slower in the dark.

I shift a few inches to the right when I hear something crash to the ground.


"What was that?"

"I…shit I don't know."

"Hold on…"

I hear Luke shuffling over to help me. We can’t turn on the lights until we've sealed our film in the containers.

"You dropped your container."

He puts his hand on my hip as he reaches around. He sets my container on the desk. Then he waits.



He squeezes my hip. It's a benign squeeze. Soft enough for me to pretend not to notice. But I do notice, and he knows. He waits some more. He squeezes.

"Is this…okay?"

My eyes open. I hadn't realized they were closed.

"Oh…what? Is what okay?"

He takes his hand off me, laughing quietly under his breath.

"I mean…yeah. Yes it's okay."

He puts his hand back.


His hand feels big as it moves from my hip to my zipper. My whole body is tense with anticipation. I can feel the blood rushing to his cock. He pushes his hard-on into my ass, and a train of tingly energy shoots up my spine. He starts to kiss my neck. My head tilts back, resting on his chest, in silent ecstasy. This is happening. A minute ago, it wasn't. But this is happening.

Luke starts to slip off my jeans, deftly navigating the curves of my body in the dark. I push my ass back, grinding into him as he takes my shirt off. I'm not wearing a bra. Still kissing my neck, he starts to massage my breasts. He pushes into me harder as I push back into him. With every push, I can feel my body settling more and more into his, until we're moving back and forth in perfect, relaxed harmony.

"Oh shit!"

He peels himself off me. I look at his phone. It's 4:27. How the fuck is it 4:27? The next pair will be here to develop their photos in exactly three minutes. I pull my jeans up and feel around for my shirt.

"Shit. Shit."

Without saying another word, we roll our film onto our reels. Then into the containers.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

Luke turns on the lights.

"Do you want to…get coffee or something?"

I don't want to get coffee. I move quickly towards the door.

"Can't, sorry."

I run down the stairs and light another cigarette to smoke on my ride home. TC mark