I know this is the wrong response. I'm sorry.
I know this is the wrong response. I'm sorry.
My sister's going to be 13 this month, and my brother's gonna be 15 in December. I tell my sister to always stick up for what feels right to her, no matter the situation. I've had really in-depth talks with them both, but especially my brother about consent and what that means and how it works. I don't know if he's…
I still can't really wrap my head around the fact that men aren't expected to be able to control themselves around a skirt and yet it's women who shouldn't be trusted with nuclear codes because of periods.
Serious question. If I'm an atheist who gets freaked right the fuck out over demon and ghost stories, does that mean I'm not really an atheist? I really feel like I should be more rational and logical about these things, but then I read scary stories and I get allllll the wiggins.
I like to fancy myself educated on the various gateways to hell.
No way, the devil is over in Holland. He's super into tulips and heated sidewalks.
THIS! It was changed to 666. I'm impressed you know this, and now I want to hug you.
YES! And what the what: why would the Pope be flying over Kansas anyway? And if he did, wouldn't he be safe in a bubble with Glinda?
I think we all want that.
He's from Grand Rapids? Now it all makes sense...
The number of the devil is 616. JUST SAYIN'!
Nope. All of us do.
For what it's worth, my husband has had many dealings with Joan Collins over the years through publishing. He has not had a single less-than-lovely thing to say about her, and in fact, rather gushes at how wonderful she treats people. Both of us work in the entertainment industry and have seen both sides of people.…
I'm sorry, but the sexy image of Justin Beiber doesn't work anymore he's just too kiddy.
Where can I find a demon textbook? I'm bored and in need of new reading material. Also, I don't know if I'm just hungry or what, but Ariana Grande sounds like some kind of delicious dish to me right now and I want it.
A little bit of Googling yielded an article about the Stull Cemetery- I had never heard of it, and I like to fancy myself educated on the various gateways to hell. Anyways, according to it all of the ghost stories came from a University school newspaper in the 1970s, and none of the actual people who live there have…
Is it weird that I want Ian McKellen to be both my grandpa and my gay boyfriend?
"Moral of the story: name your "Demons" folder something innocuous so that the Devil can't find it when he's snooping through your stuff."
Ah. To be in your 20s again and pen an open letter to the guy you broke up with. I'm pretty sure those guys get my (your) "letters" and were (are) all, "What the fuck?" Just don't do it, Miley. Write it. Mail it to yourself. Read it in a week or so. Burn it.
JOUCH! Jow jembarrassing!