Mine Are Bigger

Maybe it's just me, but it always seems like there are moments when you know you need to confront a problem. The gaping hole in conversation begs for it. And it's not something fun, and chances are the conversation won't end well, but as long as you stay silent, nothing will be resolved. So you wait. You stall, make jokes, convince yourself that next time you'll find a better opening to bring it up. But you keep pushing 'next time' back. And by now, you already know exactly what you want to say. Why? Because instead of talking about the issue with someone who needs to know it, you talk to your friends - stay in the comfort zone. The sentences are in your head, rehearsed, and by now, a part of you wants to forget the whole thing because it's been done to death. You know your lines, and you can guess theirs with what you assume is perfect accuracy. But you shouldn't just let it go. Because sometimes, you're wrong. So rarely do we take the plunge and have that difficult discussion, that we don't realize: people can surprise you. Sometimes, they're just as eager as you to deal with the issue; and someone needs to be the bigger person. So embrace the mortification! Because the alternative could be losing someone forever.
-Gal

How Do I Tell You

For Everyone to See

She Always Ruins the Moment

For anyone who's interested, this comic is clearly not based on actual events. It's impossible to think tiff is sexually inadequate. She's a freak in the sack.

Tell Me You Don't Matter

So yesterday I went to the Poetry Festival, and it's left me feeling like everything I write is silly or awkward or whatever. You really have to admire people who can articulate how they feel, who can take something you've wanted to say forever and put it to exactly the right words. Maybe you have to be born with it...this talent to see and feel things around you that you can magic into text on paper. But personally, I'm hoping it's something that can be learned. I want to inspire..!

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Yeah so I'm kind of in a state of literary depression. Or something.

Anyway, this week I decided that you're probably bored of our usual comics, and as we've failed to come up with any new material lately, I thought you'd be interested in Marty McConnell [link]. She was at EBHS yesterday. She is amazing and passionate and I'm completely in love with her. Click and enjoy :)

"...tell me you don't matter to a universe that conspired
to give you such a tongue, such rhythm
or rhythmless hips, such opposable thumbs –
give thanks or go home a waste of spark

speak or let the maker take back your throat
march or let the creator rescind your feet
dream or let your god destroy your good and fertile mind

this is your warning / this
your birthright / do not let
this universe regret you."

[Edit] Un-fucking-believable.
-Amy

Only When Sober

So we've really been neglecting this, we know. And we can't even give you any meaningful rant because quite frankly, we are uninspired, frustrated, and emotionally repressed hermits at the moment. As compensation, we decided to post something scandalous. How raunchy.

Maybe He'll Come To the Funeral

No one in their right mind would want that diagnosis. Because "love" makes things messy. It destroys deep-rooted friendships in a single afternoon -- the sparks fly and the person you thought you knew for years is suddenly different in an almost "magical" way. But the magic disappears. You destroy one another, but the sparks are still too hard to put out once you let them latch on. Love has tainted history from that twisted encounter between Helen and Paris; the burning passions of youth have incinerated entire empires. And then it's also a lie. It's a lie we tell ourselves, and worse, one that we tell other people with those three words we always want to hear. So we lie, and we trap ourselves and innocent victims; and should we see through the lie and want to end it, we end up lying more -- cheating more. Or feelings fade, but the pain still remains and we are never the same for it. And after centuries of letting it govern our lives, it's time we stopped romanticizing romance, and stopped lying to ourselves about what this "love" can and cannot do. It's time we said, "Down with love."
-Gal