Yeah, some of the author responses were insane.
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My favorite (/s) response to Dessen’s tweet was when someone replied “Fuck that fucking bitch.”, and Dessen replied to that with “I love you. [heart emoji]”.
This reminds me of when Nicholas Sparks said he doesn’t write romance novels and that he was actually the natural successor to Hemingway, Shakespeare, and Euripides. (I’m 100% serious about this.)
Well I for one am shocked that Jennifer Weiner would overreact and then play the victim rather than actually defending the substance of something.
If you’re ever in NYC check out Harlem Hops:
Sandler would’ve been great in that role.
Not sure of the original source, but this article states there are approximately 50.
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It wasn’t *69, I asked my boyfriend about it and he said you actually dial your own number and then receive a message that you’ve dialed your own line. You hang up and the phone rings, viola. Should still work if you have a landline to try it on. I was under the impression that it was a code like #69, but not…
WHAT! Holy shit! I’ve always loved Crows - love is double now. Wow.
Your mom should leave jewelry out! God, how scary!
OH my GOD call the police
At my Mom’s house, there is this shed that her father built a long time ago. We never really used it growing up, and it’s gone to waste really. My Mom just keeps gardening stuff in there now, and the lawnmower.
My sister and I were staying there at Christmas, and one night I had this really weird dream about the shed.…
Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…
This is a tale from the 90's, that long ago time when land lines ruled king of communications. It was during this hypercolor era that I was left alone one evening on my family’s 120 acre plot of land in the Great Piney woods of East Texas. The house that we lived in was a bit ramshackle with the original shack my…
Early Fall 1974
Trigger warning: violent rape.