In my alphabet soup of existence, it turns out today is Sunday.
And Sunday, just happens to be the day PostSecret updates the Sunday secrets.
Late into my nights of social introversy, I was a drifting 11 year old who stumbled upon this website, and instantly clung to it with everything I had. Which incidentally, wasn't much but a collection of mismatched colored pencils and an unfairly premature case of acne. The sole concept of this website is marinated in what I think to be a flavorful mix of anonymity and vulnerability, much like us 'confused youth', as according to the study at some redeemable university where everybody wears polos.
Beings of whom's ankles are bound and tied of tiring secrecy, release such monsters unto intricately decorated postcards, and are sent to the author of the site, as feathered and colored exotic birds, shed of their cages and released on Sunday.
It's liberating to know that you're not alone, and as cliche as that sounds, this website does just that.
Because we all really truly are a bunch of conceited and albeit marvelous fucks.
I know you will click the link. You can thank me later.
^ an example of the gems you'll find there.
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