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A Stranger Introduced Me To The Mile High Club By Making Me Cum Like No One Has Before

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 08:00 PM PDT

Nicolee Camacho
Nicolee Camacho

"Ah, so you're a window kind of girl."

He said this with an air of nonchalance as he slid into the seat next to me. His arm brushed against mine and I could immediately smell his cologne, something foreign and heavy that reminded me of Scotch and machine oil. It was sexy.

I smiled. "Yeah, I love watching the takeoff."

"Hmm. Takeoff's always good, but it's just the start. I like the landing." His eyes flashed mysteriously at me. "The finish is the best part."

I gave him a once-over—tight, navy blue jeans, a grey button down shirt slightly open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up. I always thought guys with their sleeves rolled up were fucking sexy. Something about the casual folds of the material, the way it gripped their forearms tighter, showed off their muscles and veins. He was beyond a doubt hot, and couldn't be older much older than me. His hair was jet black and smoothed back, his face slightly unshaven. I fought the urge to run my hands over his chin and feel his stubble prickle under my fingertips.

"You flown alone before?" He smiled at me, revealing two rows of perfect, stark white teeth. His body shifted towards mine, a fragment of an inch, and I felt myself take a nervous breath.

"Yeah," I said, switching my attention to the window. He was making my body tingle, and I wasn't sure if I was nervous or excited or both.

"Well that's too bad," he said, quieter this time as he leaned into me. I could feel his fingertips slide through the curtain of my hair. "Because…" he said slowly, letting his warm breath fall onto my neck, "I'd keep you from being scared."

He let his last words linger before slowly pulling his hand back and running it over my shoulder and down my arm. I closed my eyes for a moment, attempting to regain my composure. Then I turned to him, slowly, meeting his eyes with mine. They were a delicious blue.

“I'd still like that." I said, surprising even myself with my boldness.

The corner of his lip turned up into a smile and I could feel my entire body shudder. He was so damn sexy.

He leaned closer to me, close enough so I could smell his peppermint gum. He lifted his hand to my cheek and tenderly pushed my hair behind my ear, resting for only a moment before tracing the line of my jaw. "My name's Gabriel," he said, pausing with his fingertips cupping my chin. He tilted my face upwards so that my eyes were even with his.

"Roxanne," I whispered, almost breathlessly.

"Roxanne." He echoed my voice with his own, drawing out the 'o' with his sexy, foreign accent. I couldn't quite place it, perhaps Italian, but before I could ask him, his hand was resting on my leg and I couldn't breathe.

The plane began to gain speed, preparing for its departure. I could feel the rumbling of the cargo underneath and the trees began to whip past the window in blurs of greys and greens.

"Ready?" Gabriel whispered. His one hand squeezed my leg as his other pulled back my hair again, exposing the naked skin of my neck.

The plane began to rush forward, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred miles an hour. I had never been afraid of airplanes, but I could feel my stomach flutter. Gabriel's nails dug slightly into my neck, pulling at the muscles along my collarbone seductively.

"Relax, Roxanne," he said, "this is just the beginning."

I swallowed, tensing, then releasing my jaw and leaning back in my seat.

He was right. This was the beginning, and I could already feel myself getting wet.

The plane took off, tilting both of us back in our seats. Gabriel's hand drifted absentmindedly to the hem of my skirt and he toyed with it for a moment.

"I'd like to see what's underneath." He whispered, scratching my neck with his stubble.

The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. I reached over and grabbed his leg, squeezing at first, then gently stroking over the fabric of his jeans, reaching higher and higher. He tightened his grip on my leg, and I could tell he was starting to get anxious. In a plane with three connected seats, touching each other was near impossible.

But god, I wanted him so fucking bad.

The plane righted itself and the captain made an announcement about turning the seatbelt sign off. I looked over at Gabriel, whose eyebrows were furrowed and focused forward in an effort to stay composed.

It was my time to tease him.

I turned slightly in my seat and ran my fingers up and down his arms, feeling the thin cotton ripple with my touch. I lifted my fingers to his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt, then the veins, bulging and warm in his neck.

"I need you," I whispered, pressing my lips against the biggest vein, "I'm starting to feel really, really scared."

He lost it then. He turned to me, pulled my face to his, and kissed me roughly on the mouth.

"Now." He grabbed my hand, excusing us from our seats, and past the clueless older man in seat C to the bathroom at the back of the plane.

I studied him from behind as we walked. His jaw was clenched, back muscles rippling, and veins thick and protruding in his forearms.

His body was visibly pulsing with longing. Just like mine.

We reached the back of the plane and there were no flight attendants in sight, just a family with squirmy children too preoccupied to pay any attention to us. I flipped the latch on the bathroom door and slipped inside, knowing he would soon follow and this would finally, finally happen.

The bathroom light flicked on and I studied myself in the mirror. I leaned in, examining my lips, red and slightly puffy from his aggressive kiss. The latch clicked and suddenly he was behind me, even taller and sexier when standing.

He locked the door behind us and pressed his body into mine. I could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of my skirt. He hands ran over my body, slipping off my cardigan first, and locking eyes with me in the mirror as he kissed my shoulders tenderly.

I leaned my head into him and closed my eyes. I wanted him to take me slowly, but I knew there wasn't enough time. He did too. With one swift movement, he thrusted me forward and pushed my skirt back. He fumbled with the condom, and I heard his quick intake of breath as he realized I wasn't wearing underwear. Then I gasped as he entered me, throwing my hips against the metal edge of the sink.

I was so fucking wet that as he thrusted, we both moaned in unison. The plane shifted and rocked as if in rhythm with us, letting him get deeper and deeper. I reached for him, scratching his arms and back with my fingernails. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled them with every thrust.

I felt my eyes rolling back with pleasure.

I reached forward and leaned against the mirror, letting him enter me more fully. He pulled my face to his, kissing me aggressively again as his cock tensed. I could tell he was close, but didn't yet want to cum.

He thrusted, quicker now, and I could feel my knees getting weak.

"Can I, please?" he asked, his accent thick and guttural.

He just asked for permission. Holy fuck, he was hot.

"Yes." I said, in-between a moan. He thrust me against the sink again, hard enough that the water turned on, hiding the sounds of his heavy breathing as he came.

"Damn," He said, slowly, pulling out and spinning me around. "Now you."

Before I knew what was happening, he pulled off his shirt, laid it over the toilet seat, and roughly placed me on it.

"Put your legs on my shoulders," he said. It was an order.

He knelt down, his back pressed against the wall of this tiny space. I admired his tan, rippling stomach muscles for a moment, but then lost all control as his tongue entered me.

He started slow, with thick pulses, but then alternated to fast flicks, sending shivers up my spine, making me cry out in bliss.

He was fucking good at this.

"Gabriel, I'm…"

He paused for a moment to make eye contact as I held my breath, my orgasm building. His smirk pushed me over the edge and I grabbed for him as I arched my back and released, feeling my body melt into his.

"I told you," he said, a smirk glowing across his face as he leaned in to kiss me. "The finish is the best part." TC mark

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19 Terrifying Tales Of Urban Legends Coming To Life

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 07:00 PM PDT

via Flickr - Moyan Brenn
via Flickr – Moyan Brenn


I’ve tried to forget this for years. In high school my buddies and I used to country cruise in the backwoods to a spot called “Witches Cove” It was a small valley surrounded by woods next to a one lane cobblestone bridge. Rumor had it devil worshipers did rituals under the bridge.

We’d been there dozens of times to smoke and drink without seeing anyone, but one night we pulled up and there was a bonfire in the valley. There were people dancing around the fire and jumping thru it. Some were naked. We got out and approached them, thinking they were partying. One guy walked up and addressed us all by our names, but we didn’t know who he was. He asked “do you believe in God?” We all shrugged our shoulders and said yes. He laughed at us and said we better leave.

Being immediately creeped out, we got in the car and left. My buddy sitting in the passenger seat jumped and screamed “wtf is that” pointing next to our car. It was hard to see because there were tall weeds growing next to the road, but it looked like someone was crawling on all fours next to our car going 35-40mph. It was so fast it passed us.

We were flipping out and we eventually came to a stop in the road. As we were about to stop, we saw the same guy who approached us at the bonfire, standing by the stop sign smiling at us. At that point, we did about 85mph all the way back to town. One of my friends was so scared he went home and had his folks call their pastor to come over and pray with/for him. Of course, everyone at school said we were just high or drunk. Even my own folks didn’t believe me.

I tried for years to rationalize and make logical conclusions about what happened, saying I was drunk, or it was a dog crawling by us, or it was a different person standing at the stop sign, but it still gives me goose bumps remembering it.

2. The Hitchhiker In The Old Suit

So, I had a football coach back in high school who was also one of my teachers for a semester. He told us one story that freaked us all out pretty bad.

He had a coaching job at a small college in Montana when he was a lot younger and newly married. He said that after practice one evening, he was making his long commute home, and the route ran alongside just fields and fields of hay, grain, whatever. Since it was late summer/early fall, it wasn’t even approaching dark yet. His car was an old beat up truck with just a bench seat.

Anyway, he’s driving along when he sees a hitchhiker on the shoulder. This being back in the day and in small-town Montana, my teacher pulled over to let the guy in without a second thought. The man was described as wearing a really old, outdated style of suit. Not quite a zoot suit, but styled in a similar, baggy way. He also had a big, stylish hat. This guy looked like he was out of the 40’s, and “sort of like a pimp”. My teacher thought it was weird that he was so overdressed, it being super hot out. But maybe that was the only clothing he had.

So the guy gets in next to my teacher without a word. Teacher asks him where he needs to go, and the guy just points forward. Teacher drives on.

Later, my teacher tried talking to the guy, just trying to make simple conversation, but the guy wouldn’t speak or even acknowledge him. He just pulled his hat down like he was sleeping.

Out of nowhere, the guy just tips up his hat, looks out the window, and says “Stop the car, Now.” My teacher pulls over and lets him out, not wanting to offend a possibly crazy man. The guy stands on the side of the road for a second, and then at a dead sprint, just runs off into the field beside the road, until my teacher couldn’t see him anymore (granted the crop was fairly tall). He waits there for a while, thinking maybe the guy had the runs or something and didn’t want to shit next to the road. After a long enough wait, my teacher gets back in the truck and starts to accelerate back on to the road.

The thing about really old trucks is that they don’t accelerate very fast. As my teacher got back on to the road, he looked in his rearview mirror to check for a safe merge. But there wasn’t a car in sight. What there was, was the hitchhiker, on all fours like an animal, running (crawling?) after the truck at an inhuman speed. Meanwhile, my teacher is beginning to fish-tail as he attempts to go faster. The whole time his eyes glued on the mirror, watching the man chase after his car.

Eventually, he was able to get up to speed and lost sight of the guy in his mirror. When he was able to stop at a gas station to use a pay phone, he called his wife at home to tell her the story, and to lock up the house. She thinks he’s just messing with her, and he had been talking to her coworker about the hitchhiker. When he asks why she would think that, apparently at her office in the town she worked in, one of her coworkers told her a story of the exact same thing happening to them. And it is a well-known urban legend in that town. She thought it was just folks playing with the new girl at work, who had to drive home alone at night.

Anyways, my teacher assured her that he was not lying, and she evidently believes him and can vouch for her side of the story, because she showed up to one of our fundraisers and I asked her about it.

So yeah, now I just avoid lonely roads in Montana.


In the Northeast U.S., there’s a story about Woodspeople or Man-o-woods. When you’re driving along a road in the woods and catch a glimpse of what looks like a person in the corner of your eye, but when you look directly at it it’s gone, they say you might have encountered a man-o-woods.

They are masters of camouflage and can sense when someone looks at them. They come to a halt so you can’t sense any movement. It’s speculated that they wear bark, mud, moss, and grasses to blend in. They’re supposedly human, but extremely simple-minded; barely verbal. They’re very small in stature and avoid contact with civilization mostly. Nobody knows where they live or congregate, but they usually move on if there’s too much activity around.

They’re also peaceful. Around some farmlands, they will do very simple chores at night or off in the distance. They may sweep a barn floor or stack some wood, but anything more complex is beyond them. They do it in exchange for not bothering them as they sleep in the barn for a night or for some bread and vegetables left out for them to find. They’ve never been known to steal or kill animals or livestock.

4. Easily Eight Feet Tall

Once I was in a truck I’d just bought, four-wheeling with friends up on a mountain in Appalachia. We were hanging out at a lake up on the mountain. You needed a serious 4wd to get there, a stock vehicle just wouldn’t do it. Something big comes rolling down the side of the mountain across the water from us, and there’s only one way in, and we’d been there for hours, so we knew nobody else was there. This thing cut a path maybe ten feet wide. It didn’t hit the water, but stopped at the edge. It started making its way slowly around closer to us, but we couldn’t tell what it was. We got back in the truck, feeling uneasy.

We got to the end of the road to the lake and back to the main trail when I noticed something was walking behind us. One friend wanted to shoot at it, but I told him to buckle up. Hauled ass down that road, got up to about 50, and the thing would sometimes run on two legs and sometimes dropped to four. Chased us for miles. We went all the way across the ridge, down to the next lake overlooking the next town. It finally stopped but I didn’t slow down until I was remotely close to civilization. When we stopped, had a flat tire, had to change it and the other tires had big chunks gone from where I’d been going fast over rocks. We were scared to death. It was white, the silhouetted shape of its head almost resembling a wolf, but huge, easily 8 feet tall when it stood up. Couldn’t tell if it was hairy or not, never let it get close enough.

My dad laughed and said “you’ll see all sorts of crazy shit up there” and told me his own stories about hearing things yell and unexplained things on the bank. Never seen anything like it before or since, that was about 99.

I started here, parked at the X and it initially came down the hill about where the O is. The lake was a lot lower then, they have built a new dam much higher and raised the water level since then. I didn’t stop until I got to here, even driving on a blown tire because I didn’t care, just had to get away. It chased me all the way until I turned onto High Knob Road.

5. A Deer On Two Legs

This story relates to the Wendigo. A bunch of friends and I were out one night to do some urban exploring, hiking through woods, etc (what else is there to do when you live in bum-fuck nowhere).

We were walking up a hill towards a connecting public park that was just kind of an open field with walking paths surrounded by dense woods.

Standing on the edge of a tree line we looked out into the open field and saw what we all thought was a deer. Not that strange , deer are everywhere. We walk out into the field some more while watching the deer. As we get further out into the field this “deer” stands up on two legs and covers about 100 yards in what seemed like only a few strides. This freaked us the fuck out and we left as fast as we could.

Ive been in the woods nearly all my life and I’ve never seen anything like that.

6. The Poinciana Tree

I live in Northern Australia and everyone growing up in my town knows of the legend of the poinciana woman.

A quick google search will elaborate into the many variations to the story but the one I grew up to know is that of a woman who was raped by Japanese fishermen who hanged herself from a poinciana tree when she had discovered she was pregnant. She is said to appear as a beautiful woman to entice men; with long dark hair dressed in a white gown, and is said to be situated at our army reserve.

When I was around twelve, and my younger brother ten, he had been in his room and I was in the lounge room on the computer. He had come barreling out from his room screaming can you hear that! Can you hear that?! before dragging me over to the window.

There was a faint feminine moan/hum, we could hear it moving from the window we stood at, to the one across the room and back in a clockwise direction. The wind had picked up with the noise despite how still the night had been. The sound became so loud that we were on the floor covering our ears crying, when I’ve brought it up recently my brother agrees it was almost as if the sound had been in our heads. This went on for about ten minutes before abruptly stopping. No wind, nothing.

We found out the next day that our older siblings had been at the army reserve that night before they got home, had climbed the concrete pillars to the locked gun turret and had been “taunting” the poinciana woman before they left when they heard footsteps assuming it was security.

What creeps me out most is that not long after this happened, I realized that we had a poinciana tree outside of that window.

7. A Forest Of Witches

My mum told me this story about the village where she grew up in Scotland.

The village’s earliest known settlement is from 3000BC, so it’s old. It’s been home to the Picts and the Romans. Nowadays there is a small woodland and the rest of the surrounding land is farmland. The woods used to be much larger, they are what survives of a large forest that almost completely surrounded the village. Legend says the forest was home to witches.

When the forest was being cleared for expanding farmland a lone witch came out of the forest to tell the villagers to stop. She said the trees would not forgive man for their destruction and if the villagers did not heed her words then all of their land would become infertile. And all the women.

Frightened, the villagers agreed but asked for a small part of the forest. A deal was made that this, and only this, land could be cleared. The witch also said that for every harvest of every crop grown there, one sack of produce must be taken to the edge of the forest and left.

This practice was followed for hundreds of years until the villagers abruptly tore down much of the remaining forest to grow wheat and build a mill. Again a strange woman came from the forest into the village and threatened the villagers. She said they had broken the promise and would suffer. This time the villagers took the woman and hanged her. Her last words were that the price was now three sacks.

The man who built the mill was scared and after the first harvest he took three sacks into the woods. Unlike his neighbours his crops did not fail and his wife became pregnant. Always he paid the woods their due and before long he was the richest man in the village and had three beautiful, healthy daughters.

Unfortunately the man grew greedy and thought he’d no longer pay his three sacks. The next morning his youngest daughter went missing. The whole village came to help look for her but the man asked that his men run the mill as normal so he didn’t lose any money. There was soon a commotion at the mill, some of the workers had fainted others were crying, some were shouting. The man came to see what was happening. A horrified worker told him they had started up the mill as normal, but blood had poured from between the stones. They had found his missing daughter.

Distraught the man sold his land and fled the village with his family. The mill was torn down and years later a silo was built there. By the 1960’s the silo was ancient and crumbling. It was also rumoured to be haunted either by the farmer, his daughter or the witch. Sometimes all three.

This part is my mum’s story. One day she and her friends had a bet to see who could spend a night in the silo. One boy who was always boasting of his bravery volunteered. Between them, my mum and her friends conspired to keep this a secret from their parents by lying about camping in each other’s gardens. That evening the boy, John, climbed the silo loft and mum and her friend gave him a bag of food, a blanket and a torch. They told him they’d be back in the morning but were actually planning on coming back later to frighten him.

They had waited a few hours and snuck back to the silo and alarmingly they could her John sobbing and crying for help. They found him quite a way from the silo pulling himself along on his stomach. John had jumped out the silo loft and broken his ankles. He was carried back to his parent’s house and taken to hospital. After the inevitable week of punishment my mum was allowed to visit John. She said he still looked as terrified then as he had that night. She asked him what happened. He said he told his parents and the doctors that he fell but the truth was he saw something. Not long after he was left on his own he could hear something shuffling around in the loft. He used the torch to see but there was only empty grain bags. He tried to ignore the noise but finally it sounded like it was moving toward him. When he shone the torch on the grain bags again he saw that they were crawling, dragging themselves along the floor towards him. Thats why he jumped.

The silo’s long been demolished but they’ve built homes there now.

8. Nora The Nun

There’s a woods local to me in Wales with an old 12th – 13th century castle where it’s rumoured she lived. There’s been so many sightings by different people and there’s apparently even been car crashes along the road outside the woods in result of people swerving to avoid the nun they saw standing in the middle of the road. I can post some links to reports and pictures if anyone’s interested.

There’s hundreds of different stories about who she was and why she haunts the woods but this is my personal favourite:

Nora was a nun at the castle where she met a castle guard who got her pregnant, after giving birth and her ‘sin’ was discovered she was to be executed for going against God. Nora ran from the castle with her baby and hid him in a tree trunk with the intention of coming back for him after she had lost her pursuers. She eventually managed to lose them but when she went back for her baby she couldn’t find him. Nora searched the woods day and night until she eventually died. It’s said Nora cannot pass over until she finds her baby.

9. The Monster On The Top Floor

In my town, there was always talk of a monster/ghost/whatever living in the top of our primary school. There was always signs, but they were brushed off as things that you would usually find in a school; half-eaten food, damaged tables, etc.

But then weirder things would happen some the ceiling panels disappearing or noises. I totally get why people would see this as a red-flag of something bad happening, but the school was always getting work done on it so I think even the teachers assumed it wasn’t anything too serious. This went on for around 2 years and whilst we we’re on a 6 week break (luckily) it turned out that a guy was living in the ceilings of the classrooms, and he must’ve been coming down for food out of the canteen regularly when it was quiet enough for him not to get caught.

The creepiest thing about all this, isn’t that it was just childish rumours turned out to be true, or that he had been there whilst lessons were happening. It’s that the reason he was caught, was because he fucking died and the caretaker smelt something awful and went up there assuming it was rats or a pipeline leak.

Needless to say, parents were informed and a lot of kids didn’t come back to school after the break.

10. The Other Children

In Okinawa the was a house near the USO on Kadena Air Force Base that was abandon. A man killed himself and his family in it. It was said to be haunted. It was even part of the ghost tours they gave on base. Reports that the outside lights would turn on by themselves and creepy things happening. One story was that a woman could be seen washing her hair in the sink in the kitchen through a window. The creepiest thing by far, was that this house shared a chain link fence with the daycare building. My friends mom worked at the day care. Children, 4-5 y/o, would constantly throw toys over the fence. When asked why, they said they wanted to play with the children on the other side. All of the kids saw these other children, but the adults could not. It throughly freaked out anyone who worked there.

11. Clownman

I lived right outside Pittsburgh, PA as a teenager, in a little, poor, town called Swissvale. The next communities over are Rankin and Braddock, which are steel production heyday ghost towns that have been plagued with poverty. A strip of woods, lined by a train track follow the river upon which our communities reside. Right next to the river looms the decrepit abandoned steel mill I believe once called Carrie Furnace. As teenagers do, my friends and I used to cut through the park, across the tracks, and to the river to drink, smoke pots, and hang out. Eventually, we started exploring the steel mill. I loved it. The graffiti and sculptural artists, the wildlife that randomly took over, the bums who made it home, etc all made it a worthwhile adventure. I became comfortable there.

Then my friends told me about an abduction and rape of a teenager whose naked and bloodied body ended up strung up on a set of city steps. The killer was an insane man who dressed as a clown with a horrid, bloodstained mask. “He lives in the woods and in the steel mill. He walks the tracks with a butcher knife he hasn’t even bothered to clean. Don’t come here alone.”

I got into a fight with a boyfriend one night and stubbornly decided to walk alone from the river – across the tracks, and through the woods. I got to the tracks, turned and looked at the steel mill. Further down the tracks I saw a figure. I couldn’t see a face, but the baggy pants were rather clown like. I ran like you wouldn’t fucking believe. I’ve never felt fear like that before. It was probably a bum. But who takes chances with an urban legend like that?

12. Daan

As a child, my dad and eldest uncles were told about an evil man who lived around the area, Daan. During the night, the man would catch travellers, roaming children and cattle, and slice them open with his tall scythe. He’d wait by the old oak tree for an unsuspecting boy, with a hat on his head, before revealing his face and digging into his prey. Naturally my eldest uncle knew this was just a scare tactic, but my dad still shat bricks whenever he had to go through the field at night to pick stuff up from the neighbour. Basically, one night he was sent out to get coal from the neighbour at midnight. It was storming and late. He darted, barefoot, through the wet grass to the little house. On the way he looked over to the oak tree, and saw a man with a scythe and hat. Queue bricks being shat x1000. My dad fucking SCREAMS as he runs to the house. As he arrives, the woman of the house, Mrs. Gelder I’ll call her, told him how a man named Daan lived on the plot. He took care of her and her land while he lived, until he was tragically dismembered in a freak accident on the field. His body was shredded into halves, and there was no hope to save him. He died in agony, although, he was actually a lovely man. Basically the legend started because he was very introverted, maybe a bit eccentric, essentially they were mocking him.

So, a few years later, my dad marries my mom, who is foreign. She’d never been told about Daan. My mom is into a lot of spiritualist stuff, voudou, all that. She started seeing a very small man, with curly hair and a hat. He’d wave his pitchfork and walk away. She was really confused and asked my grandma, who told her the story. So, after all these years of being “chased” by Daan, my parents made a little shrine for him. There’s a plaque in our front garden still, that says “In loving memory of Daan, a friend”. He has never been seen by anyone in the town again. As a child, I remember having an imaginary friend who was a farmer who loved cows (Daan worked a cow pasture) which my parents look back on very fondly. The plaque, also, despite all the years it’s been in harsh conditions, remains bright and shiny.

13. Dead Children’s Playground

Back when I lived in Huntsville my home was ~100 yards away from the “Dead Children’s Playground“. During the day it was just a place parents could drop their kids while they visited buried loved ones, but during the night it’s also a huge fog trap due to a giant rock wall around half of it. Supposedly swings move on their own and you can hear children laughing. We used to go out there at midnight all the time but apparently you have to go at “the witching hour” which I’m guessing is past my bedtime.

14. The Rock And The Shrine

So about my 3rd year in Japan I move to a small town. I am living way up in the woods north of the little town I work in. It is a narrow winding road with a river on one side and a steep mountain on the other. The road is so narrow that there are places to pull over and wait if another car is coming.

One night I am heading home after work, keeping in mind that if I see a car heading towards me I (or they ) have to pull over. I am heading north with the river on my left and mountain on my right. I get to this place that the road curves to the left with a big rock on the left side of the road, right at the curve. I see car lights of a white taurus type car to the left of the rock (kind of over the river) coming from the other side and so I pull over to wait for them to pass.

I keep waiting for them to come around the rock (which has a small shrine in it) but they never come. Huh. Weird… but there are a few buildings up there. Maybe they pulled in just as the rock obscured my vision of them. I head home without thinking much about it.

Later that night I get the munchies and the only store was back south in the main part of town. So I am driving south this time and come to that same corner.

And I see the same white car, past the rock shrine, coming north towards me. This time I am by the buildings and I pull over and wait for him to pass.

But no car comes.

This is really weird because on the north side there are places a car could disappear but on the south side there is no where to go. Only a steep mountain on one side and a river on the other.

As I ease around the bend…nothing. No car to be seen.

So this sticks with me until one day in October I am teaching a culture lesson about Halloween in the local junior high school. The subject of ghosts comes up and I jokingly say, “Hey, I think I saw a ghost! Do you know the road that goes north with the shrine in the corner of…


Like total panic, girls are crying, guys are shouting, and the Japanese teacher has gone deadly white. Some are literally in the fetal position moaning “stop stop” over and over. I was floored at the reaction.

It seems that the rock was a dangerous place but was unable to be removed because of the shrine without offending the gods there. A white car crashed into it and someone died. People freaked because there was no way I could have known about it.

Link to the place… go see for yourself… if you dare.

15. The H Man

There is a local legend about a campsite I used to go camping at here in upstate New York. Legend says that there is a man they call “The H Man” that lives out in the woods near the campsite. One year a group of boy scouts were camping out there and one of the boys went missing. They didn’t find him until they started packing up to go home, as they were cleaning up and packing up their belongings they found the missing kid. He was dead under one of the mattresses with an “H” carved into his chest. They say when the H man kills campers, he carves an H into your chest. Growing up camping here, all of us kids were terrified of the H man. They said if you go exploring deep enough into the woods you can find his home. Well, there IS an abandoned house deep in the woods we found one time. ( I was shitting my pants ) Creepy thing was, it was sooo deep in the woods but there was no roads leading to it, no paths leading to it. Just a single abandoned house. Sitting in the middle of the woods. If you go camping in Minerva NY, beware of the “H Man”.

16. A Bet Gone Horribly Wrong

One of my friends told me this a long time ago; she heard it from someone else (obviously).

A group of guys, high school friends, make a bet involving a local haunted house. One guy says he can spend the entire night inside of it without leaving. His friends take him up on it, but just to make sure he doesn’t pull a fast one, they insist he be tied to the upstairs banister with a rope. Guy agrees. They tie him up and leave.

Next morning they come back to get him. He’s a little out of it and says it was fine, but that’s all he says. He wins the bet and collects.

Life continues; the friends finish high school. All go away to college except haunted house guy. He stays around in town, moves from dead-end job to dead-end job. He doesn’t go out and loses touch with the others over the next couple of years.

One day the friends hear that haunted house guy has killed himself. This comes as a huge shock and they all have questions. They are all horrified to learn that he hung himself with the rope they used to tie him up that night in the haunted house.

17. Herne The Hunter

My local “If you saw this in the forest, you’d shit yourself” character. A Man, riding a black horse, flanking alongside him a Dog and an Owl overhead. However…the Man has antlers (in some illustrations, it’s a stag skull for a mask with the antlers attached. Other variations show him with actual antlers from his own skull) and a glow surrounds him which happens to be blue… Spooky. He has a’s a nice horse, it likes mints. He has a dog with him who only could be compared to Mr Pickles and a Horned owl (not actual horns) and has glowing red eyes. He carries with him his hunting bow, a heavy metal chain and a large horn. There are many variations of his story but overall he’s not going to come and kill you in your sleep. In short this was meant to be an actual man who had a job as a hunter and then either died or killed himself and his ghost (summed up with all the craziness above) roams the night.

18. The Woman At The Door

Buckle up folks…here is the only sort of urban legend, etc. that I ever came across. One of my friends back in college lived about 20-25 minutes outside of town in between my college town and a neighboring small town with several of his friends.

One Sunday evening at about 10pm, they heard an unexpected knock at the door. One of the guys checked the peephole and saw a woman, and immediately something felt off so he went to his room to obtain his gun and then opened the door. The woman was filthy and disheveled and immediately pleaded to come inside. Hesitantly, they let her in and asked why the fuck she was 10 miles from the next town and knocking on their door at night. This woman, albeit frantically, explained that people were looking for her because she had ran away from a cult in the next town that had been systematically abusing kids for decades. One guy calls her shit and she proceeds to pull out a stack of creepy polaroids of individual children that look almost like booking/intake/mugshots in front of a bookcase.

She told them that the cops were involved and covering it up and that they couldn’t under any circumstances call them. This woman asks for a ride into town to get on a bus so she can travel to this “attorney” she has been in contact with; doesn’t need money, doesn’t need anything but a ride to the bus station and sealed lips.

For whatever fucking reason, my friends agree to take her into town and drop her off at the Greyhound station. One gave her his number and said to update him when she got herself together. They drive all the way back to their house and immediately succumb to the paranoia and agree that it would be best to call the police.

A couple sheriffs and a couple cops from the next town over show up and question them about the woman’s appearance, where they took her, what she said, etc. Well, they lie and say that they simply took her into town and dropped her off in a grocery store parking lot and make no mention of the children, the cult, etc.

The cops take their report and all leave, except the two policemen from the small town COME BACK and proceed to grill the everloving shit out of these guys about exactly what the woman said, where they took her, why they gave her a ride. They were really aggressive but when nobody had any information to provide them, they gave up and left with instructions to call them, and only them, if they have a similar occurrence.

Never heard back from the woman, never got another visit from the cops, never saw anything in the news.

Wimberley, TX.

19. The Faerie’s Tree

Ireland here so this will be good I promise.

My father used to be an Archaeologist, in the time of the Celtic Tiger.

While building the new motorway from Cork to Dublin they came across a tree. And this bloke Eddie Lenihan aSeanchaĆ­ tells them that they cannot cut down the tree because it is where the fairies of Munster and Leinster do battle.

They took no notice of him.

When it came time to cut the tree down, the man who’s job it was to do it, was walking towards the tree.


Two months later, the man who they brought in to replace him died of a car crash on the way in to his first day on the job.

They left the tree alone. TC mark

Read This When You Don’t Feel Like You’re Good Enough

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 06:00 PM PDT


When you wake up in the morning and you feel like you've lost control over your life. When you feel like you have no clue what you've been doing for the last twenty-something or thirty-something years of your life. When you question everything you've done and if you've made all the wrong turns. When you see others success and compare it to your own.

That's when you don't feel like you're good enough.

When you feel like you lost a good relationship because of how stubborn you can be. When you feel like you should be further ahead in life than you are. When everyone else is getting married and starting families and you're still living with roommates. When friends are taking vacations and you're still living paycheck to paycheck.

That's when you don't feel like you're good enough.

But despite all those things, and everything else that might be going on in your life, you are good enough.

Remember that life is full of obstacles, full of ups and downs and full of emotions. You will feel disappointed from time to time, but it is totally and completely normal, it's human. The most important thing to remember is you will never stay down for long as long as you don't allow your self to.

No one has the answers for you, you can read every self-help book in the world and still not know what to do when you don't feel good enough. You have to go soul searching and find the answers within your self because only you know what feels right and what makes you happy.

Make sure you remember there is more to life that work and your job title. While, yes, you do need money to live, it isn’t everything. There are your friends and your family. There are your hobbies and your happiness. There are all your successes and triumphs up till this point.  There is so much more than the label we coordinate in front of our names. Titles don’t make us better, just like being rich doesn’t make anyone happier.

You don’t need to be a CEO in order to feel good enough because money doesn’t buy happiness.

When you don't feel good enough please remember that failing is OK, it is a part of life. No one achieved greatness from the start; even the well-known greats of the world had failures before they had success because you learn a hell of a lot more from failures than you do from success.

Every single person on this world has flaws and failures, everyone has times they don't feel good enough and things they are unsure about, but it is what we do with those things that is important. It's how we deal with feeling heartbroken that is important, it's what we do when we feel lazy and unmotivated, it's what we do when we feel like we've lost control over our lives.

Those are all things we can let destroy us, or we can find it in ourselves to destroy them.

We can choose to see through the feeling of not being good enough by seeing all the good beyond our uncertainty. We can find peace within ourselves through our own misfortunes.

You might be your own problem right now, but you can also be your own solution. Find what works for you and do it. Don't wait anymore; don't stand for feeling not good enough anymore because you are good enough. Now go out and prove it to the rest of the world. TC mark

This Mother Thought Her Daughter Was Using Drugs, But The Truth Is MUCH More Hilarious

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 05:15 PM PDT

It all started when Ashley asked her mother to go into her room to grab a calculator for her friend to pick up.


Then her mother found something she absolutely did not approve of.


Uh oh. But, wait.


These are my kind of “drugs.”


Paranoid moms and immature kids, what can you do? TC mark

14 Men Confess Their Biggest Insecurities In Bed

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 05:00 PM PDT


1. "My biggest insecurity is that I won't get hard, this has nothing to do with her. It's that I am insecure about myself so the whole time I should be thinking of her, I'm thinking about how she even finds me attractive." –Jason, 27


2. "Easily and definitely size, I think I'm below average for a guy my size, so I always get worried I won't be able to satisfy her."–Kyle, 26


3. "I don't get insecure as much as I feel emasculated when a woman knows way more than I do in bed. Like when she just takes control, I just sit back like woah, I've been doing this wrong all along."–Mikey, 23


4. "I'm insecure about cumming too soon, I think that is every guys worry. No one wants to cum in 30 seconds, it's embarrassing and it's a huge turn off for her. So basically, like every dude, we just try to think of things that are non-arousing to last." –Jim, 24


5. "I get worried I won't be able to please her well enough. I'm sure she has been with dudes that are better in bed than I am and that's just shitty in general to think about. I just do my thing and if she doesn't seem to like it then I'll ask her what she likes." –Cam, 28


6. "I have a weird looking penis I've come to learn, so that is probably my biggest insecurity about sex, next to cumming too fast, but I've learned it happens." –Billy, 30


7. "I wouldn't say it's an insecurity, but I'm most worried about not pulling out if we’re having sex without a condom. I am by no means ready to be a dad." –Sam, 26


8. "I always hope I don't have stank dick, it's so easy to get sweaty down there, I hope she doesn't go to give me head and question if I bathe frequently or not." –Ryan, 29


9. "Easily my body image. I don't want her thinking of that hot guy she saw at the gym earlier and wish I were him. I want her to be attracted to me, but I know I need to start getting my shit together and make her want me like she used to."–Leo, 32


10. "I don't normally hook up with girls, even though I tend to talk a big game, but I get insecure that I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like I don't have enough experience, or the right experience, and she won't get turned on by me." –Brent, 25


11. "SIZE. My first thought is always shit, what is she going to think when she touches my dick for the first time."–Jordan, 26


12. "I don't mean to sound cocky, but I'm literally hung like a horse and girls really aren't big fans. I don't care what people say, but not all women love it big because it seems to hurt them more than feel good. It's really frustrating."–Charlie, 27


13. "I've gained a lot of weight since we got married and it makes me really insecure, I'm scared she won't want to have sex with me anymore until I lose some and start getting back in shape, even though she still says she loves me."–Chad, 35


14. "I’m insecure my wife thinks about other men when we’re having sex because I can’t please her anymore." –Rich, 33 TC mark

The Bitter Truth About Why He Was A Shitty Boyfriend, Based On His Zodiac Sign

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 04:01 PM PDT



(March 21st to April 19th)

He always thought he was better than you. Aries are alphas — they are confident, adventurous, and unafraid. Unfortunately this means they often come with a superiority complex. They look at themselves and what they’ve done and can’t fathom why anyone else would have done less than that. They don’t understand the nuance of other people wanting different things than they do. You deserve someone who comes from a place of understanding, not judgement.


(April 20th to May 21st)

He never really let you in. People born under Taurus are strong and steady — which makes them super attractive, but they can be great big babies about the possibility of getting hurt. They live in paranoia about people wanting to take their independence from them so the pull away, guard their space, and straight up refuse to get vulnerable. You deserve someone without this baggage, who will be an equal partner in emotionally supporting each other.


(May 22nd to June 21st)

He had shiny object syndrome. When you met, he lavished you with attention and probably won you over with how much he wanted to be with you. But his affection wained and you can see him treating new friends the way he used to treat you. You tried everything to get things back to the way they were in the beginning, but there’s always going to be someone new they’d rather focus on. You deserve someone with an attention span longer than a few weeks or months.


(June 22nd to July 22nd)

He was too moody for you. Instead of communicating his feelings to you like a grownup, he silently placed expectations on you and then judged you every time you fell short. It’s like he was *looking* for reasons to believe you loved him less than he loved you. You deserve love without a scoreboard.


(July 23rd to August 22nd)

He needed attention from other women (gross). All Leos need attention and affirmation, but mature Leos can channel it into getting affection from their partner and the people close to them. Immature Leos are slutty flirts who engage with anyone of the opposite sex for that sweet hit of attention. No one deserves to have to deal with someone who doesn’t view their love as enough.


(August 23rd to September 22nd)

He was too critical of your shortcomings. Regular people understand that humans are fallible, we make mistakes. Virgos can be on the extreme end of not-understanding this. They are perfectionist — and not just with themselves. It’s one thing to be put-together and hold yourself to a higher standard and quite another to inflict that on other people. You deserve someone who understands the importance of grace.


(September 23rd to October 22nd)

He wasn’t able to focus on just you. Libras have amazing social skills, they are beloved by everyone they meet. The problem arises when they can’t turn this off, even when it becomes inappropriate and disrespectful to their partner. They may blame it on just having a way with people (“not their fault”) but you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel like you’re in constant competition with everyone else they meet.


(October 23rd to November 22nd)

He just wasn’t a good person. The spark and intensity of a Scorpio is irresistible at times, and you feel like you can tame them and get them to love you. But at the end of the day, they just aren’t like other humans. They aren’t loving, they aren’t giving — they’re constantly looking out for number one. You deserve someone who puts you first when you put them first, not to be in a relationship where you are both prioritizing the same person.


(November 23rd to December 21st)

He couldn’t take anything seriously. Sagittarians are great when you need a laugh or a light-hearted day. But if you are trying to be serious with one in a maybe-I-want-you-to-be-my-life-partner kind of way, good luck. They’re terminally chill and allergic to serious conversations, even though those are totally necessary in order to have a healthy relationship. You deserve to date an adult, and not a grown child.


(December 22nd to January 20th)

He was cold. Capricorns are the ice kings and queens of the Zodiac. They don’t experience emotions the way other people do. What little they do feel, they don’t like to show. So, being in a relationship with a Capricorn can be super unfulfilling, unless you’re not very emotional as well you’re going to feel like you’re in a relationship with a wall. You deserve to be in a relationship with someone who makes you feel loved — that’s the whole point.


(January 21st to February 18th)

He couldn’t be forthright about how he feels about you. Even though Aquarians tend to have gigantic hearts and care about being good people, they also like to be detached form others. This means that while you are busy investing in them, they are investing in themselves. They don’t want to show their cards or be too attached or run the risk of getting hurt. It’s a coping mechanism of living life on the sidelines. You deserve someone who is all in.


(February 19th to March 20th)

He took your relationship for granted. Pisces are artists and old souls, and they can think pretty highly of themselves in comparison to others. They think because they don’t need a relationship, they’re somehow better than people who love to be in love. Because of this, they tend to take relationships for granted, assuming no one understands their deep, inner self. You deserve better than someone who thinks they are too smart and complex for your little tiny brain to fathom. TC mark

55 Things To Do Instead Of Going To Grad School

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 03:02 PM PDT


1. Get an entry-level job that you hate. File papers or serve coffee or work your way up from the mailroom. At the worst it's some cash and some experience. At the best, it's the fire you need under your ass.

2. Get an entry-level job that you love. Not the one with the 401K and killer health benefits, but one you actually enjoy showing up to every morning. Appreciate the underrated concept of being happy at work for once.

3. Volunteer at a hostel for free accommodation. Save up enough money to buy a plane ticket somewhere sunny and a month's worth of food. Then volunteer 20 hours a week of your time in order to house yourself somewhere wonderful.

4. Couchsurf your way around the world. Forgo the cost of accommodation and the tax of loneliness by temporarily shacking up with cool strangers in some of the best places on earth.

5. Start that band you always wanted to start. Get a side hustle to supplement your income.

6. Get a working holiday visa. Go pick fruit in Australia or herd sheep on a farm in New Zealand. At worst it'll be the most unique year of your life.

7. Pick a passion and go freelance with it. Turn your side interest in photography or writing into something profitable.

8. Volunteer with an organization you care about. Gain valuable experience in your field and actually feel as though you're making a difference at something.

9. Move back in with your parents. Chill at home while you figure out what comes next. Enjoy getting to know your family all over again as an adult.

10. Move to that city you've always dreamed of moving to. Work whichever job you need to work in order to make it happen.

11. Start your own business. Stop playing by everyone else's rules, and get involved in the thriving startup scene.

12. Take a year to perfect a non-academic skill. Learn to play the saxophone or breakdance. As you get better, busk to supplement your interest.

13. Write a novel. The one you've always had inside of you. You know the one I'm talking about.

14. Get into the best shape of your life. Find a workout routine that works for you and get professional-athlete-level ripped.

15. Start a comedy Youtube channel with your best friend. At best you'll become world-famous millionaires. At worst you'll have a lot of fun.

16. Corner a super-niche market. The world doesn't have enough tap-dancing beekeeper bloggers. I'm just saying.

17. Live like a local somewhere foreign. Learn a completely different language and a completely different culture for a year. You may never want to come home.

18. Learn to bartend. BE the hot bartender you've always wanted to take home.

19. Teach English as a second language.
People say good things about South Korea.

20. Hike or bike or roller-skate your way across the country. Raise money for something, or don't. Gofundme could be your best friend here.

21. Become certified to teach something badass. Become a scuba diving or river rafting or rock-climbing instructor. Lead happy tourists on outdoorsy adventures.

22. Have a baby. Babies are expensive and stressful – just like grad school – but they're also a lot cuter and might even pay for your nursing home someday.

23. Delete social media. Stress all your friends out by going off the digital grid while you work on a side-project or passion.

24. Audition for a reality TV show. So You Think You Can Dance, here you come!

25. Join the Peace Corps (or some version of it). Go lend a hand out where help is actually needed.

26. Spend a year studying independently. Who says you need professors and tuition to learn valuable information? Informally school yourself on a topic that interests you, instead of waiting for someone else to teach you.

27. Network like a mother******. Grab drinks with a whole bunch of people who are where you want to be in life. Start running in the circles that matter.

28. Take up an alternative lifestyle. Who says you can't be the barefoot spiritual guru who runs a yoga studio out of their apartment?

29. Fall madly in love. It may not pay the bills but it sure will be a fun distraction.

30. Be an intern somewhere cool. Gain work experience and memorize important peoples' coffee orders.

31. Join a butt-ton of meetup groups. Explore every interest or hobby that has even remotely intrigued you. Maybe your calling in life is actually extreme slacklining or becoming a Dungeons and Dragons master.

32. Get involved in the local comedy scene. You could be the next Tina Fey.

33. Start a blog. Do you have a niche interest, an encyclopedia or knowledge or a whole bunch of feelings? You could cash in on that.

34. Start a consultation business. You may not have a Master's degree but you probably have some knowledge base that other people are lacking.

35. Tutor people. Help out the suckers who are two years into the Undergrad degree that you just finished.

36. Go on a soul-searching outdoor adventure. Hike the Pacific Crest Trail Like Cheryl Strayed or sail around the world like this ambitious fourteen year old.

37. Write fanfic. I don't want to encourage you to write the next '50 Shades Of Grey' but it did start out as a fanfic. So… do with that what you will.

38. Learn to cook like a gourmet chef. At best you can star on a TV show, at worst you can impress future dates.

39. Work on a cruise ship. It's a big, floating party for a year! Except you're sober and working for most of it.

40. Sell crafty things on Etsy. You look like the kind of person who could string a mean necklace together.

41. Go on a road trip. Finally see your own country coast-to-coast. Or go check out the one next door.

42. Run away and join the circus. No, literally. You're an adult and can staff a cotton-candy stand, dammit.

43. Make a hard-hitting documentary. Pair up with a videographer and delve into a topic that you're knowledgeable about and want to educate others on.

44. Train for a marathon. Put your personal fitness to the test and cross one more item off of the bucket list.

45. Learn how to code. And then make a substantial (and location-independent) living off it.

46. Travel with digital nomads. Join Remote Year or Hacker Paradise and travel with developers, creative and other entrepreneurs while you work from your laptop.

47. Travel as part of the crew on a sailboat. You'll get your sea legs in time and you'll visit some pretty cool destinations while you're at it.

48. Volunteer your skills in exchange for accommodation. Check out Help Exchange to see which of your offhanded skills is worthy of room and board.

49. Help restore a national park. Volunteer your time to help restore some of the most beautiful areas of your country.

50. Move in with a group of total strangers. This seems to work well for people in TV shows.

51. Become a flight attendant. Travel for free and split your time between fascinating cities while you're still young and unattached.

52. Participate in a silent retreat. Spend some serious time reconnecting with yourself and considering what your next move should be.

53. Take a pointed certification program. Become a life coach or a multimedia journalist and try your hand at an unconventional career path.

54. Check out a plethora of weird jobs that you never knew existed. Who says you can't be a professional cuddler or a bike photographer for Google Maps?

55. Literally flush your money down the toilet. (Just kidding. Sort of.) TC mark

How Much Of A Functional Hot Mess Are You Really?

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 02:59 PM PDT

There’s Something So Right About How Wrong You Are For Me

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 02:00 PM PDT

Emmanuel Rosario
Emmanuel Rosario

You and I are not puzzle pieces.

We do not fit perfectly together to form the corner of a poppy field and sit hand and hand gazing at how symmetrically our fingers meet. We did not find each other and fold into the other’s with ease, with grace. We are not completely made up of some sort of imagery that makes people smile and say, “That makes sense.”

You and I are vinegar and baking soda. We’re pickles and ice cream. We’re absolutely no Sonny and Cher. We’re the similes and metaphors for things that do not belong together because darling, we do not make sense.

You and I are, for all intents and purposes, completely and utterly wrong for each other.

You are all stability and “This is what I want.” I am always running and jumping and am full of uncertainty. You are more maps, I am more road less traveled. You are alarms being set and I am staying up until 3. You want a period at the end of a sentence while I’ll settle for an ellipsis.

Darling, there’s nothing about us that should add up to love so why, why am standing here with my heart in my hand so desperately hoping you take it?

You make me so, so mad. The way you march around in those stupid boots, yelling about the government and the things you believe makes me want to scream and shut your mouth forever. You do not listen and love the sound of your own voice more than anything.

You’re terrible, and I’m terribly smitten.

I am broken and you don’t have the patience for putting pieces back together. When I flinch you don’t notice, when I retreat you don’t come looking, when I say I’m sad you want me to get over it. Logistically, you are not what I need.

So why am I sitting here, trying to read you like a prescription I so terribly hope is going to work because I like the way it tastes?

On paper the idea of you and me is completely ridiculous. We should cut our losses, say “at least we tried”, quit while we’re ahead. We should throw up our hands, call it a good game, and go on our merry way.

But here you are, trying to fit into my bed. Here you are, trying to figure out how to take a deep breath and listen. Here you are, asking for glue and instructions to try and mend me. Here you are, giving it a shot.

And here I am, letting you.

Here I am, saying go ahead and reaching out my hand. Here I am, speaking slowly and making my needs known. Here I am, saying “I feel” instead of “You need to.” Here I am, waiting for you and being patient.

Here I am, making room.

There are so many reasons why you and I should just not. So many reasons to toss up our hands in defeat and walk in opposite directions. So many excuses we could make about how wrong we are for each other and why it’s just a waste of time.

But instead, we’re just looking for excuses to come back. Instead, we’re still here.

Because maybe wrong is just what we need. Maybe we’ve been studying ingredient lists for so long we’ve forgotten what it’s like to just crave something and go for it. Maybe we’ve forgotten that two elements that seem like a bad idea can actually make an explosion like no other. Maybe we forgot that what may seem like two different voices, can actually make some truly incredible harmony.

Maybe wrong is the only thing we’ve ever gotten right.

Maybe. TC mark

30 Questions That Will Tell You Whether Or Not They’re Worth Pursuing

Posted: 06 Jun 2016 01:00 PM PDT


1. Why, exactly, do you like this person?

2. Aside from those reasons, do you feel a love for them inexplicably? Do your feelings for them begin in your mind or in your heart? Do they defy logic?

3. Does your love for this person change what you thought you wanted out of life right now?

4. What you thought love would be like?

5. What you thought your type was?

6. What you thought were your deal-breakers?

7. If you could retrace your dating history, and remove every word you have ever said to one another, what could you infer about them simply from their actions?

8. What could you infer about your relationship simply from their actions?

9. What could you infer about *your* feelings simply from your actions?

10. Did you become monogamous because they didn’t want you to have multiple partners, or because you stopped wanting to see other people when they came into your life?

11. Do you spend more time trying to impress them or connect with them?

12. When you consider the prospect of not having them in your life anymore, is your primary reaction panic or sadness? (Panic = you love the idea of them; sadness = you love them.)

13. What would you wish you had done in 5 years from now?

14. 10 years?

15. If the basis of your physical relationship could only be kissing for the next month, would you want to spend the same amount of time with them, and just do that?

16. Have you thought about a long-term future with them?

17. If so, what excites you more: the prospect of a big party and a ring and a house, or the fact that you will get to live with them every day, and do everything together?

18. Do you like this person as much as you love them?

19. Do you want to be better for them, or do you feel “off the hook” now that you have someone who loves and accepts you as you are?

20. Are you compatible because you complement, accept, respect and admire one another, or because you are fundamentally “alike?”

21. Do you enjoy one another’s company because your tastes align, or because your values do?

22. Do you know that they love you because they tell you or because they make you feel it?

23. Could you live without them?

24. Would you want to?

25. What do you feel in your body when you look in their eyes?

26. Is there a natural comfort with them?

27. Can you sit in silence together?

28. If you could no longer see this person anymore, what would hurt more: that you’d have to figure out what to do with your life, or that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with them?

29. If you knew that the only thing that really mattered in terms of a relationship in which you will thrive is if you have that unexplainable, otherworldly connection, would it make you feel scared that you perhaps do not have it with this person or scared because you absolutely *do* and this really could be *it?*

30. Did these questions make you feel more sure, or more confused? (Both mean you already have the answer you’re looking for.) TC mark