You Are An Object:
A place to treat bros like girls.
The Greeks used to do the same thing, only in caves and with sculptures and stuff--there's books about it. It's like a whole thing or whatever. I Googled it.
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See also: Fraternity House Massacre
There’s a certain point in the night—probably the simple culmination of watching my expectations for that day shift or get abandoned altogether—where pretty much anyone starts to look like someone I could spend time with. It’s just that night doesn’t last forever, and I might feel differently later. So which is reality—the hope you have during the day, or the understanding you have at night that your day dreams might just be a way of getting through that day?
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