“It’s my youth. It’s my idealism. It’s my mouth. It’s my lady parts, which undeniably make me the minority in the room. I should’ve known my place.”
The Egregious Faux Pas of a Film Studio Intern by Genevieve Anna Tyrrell
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Apoptosis by Genevieve Anna Tyrrell
I need to know: Where does my soul go when I black out? The pain in my head, the cold concrete floor mashed into my face soaked in a puddle of my own drool, the fuzzy nature of the world…
