Pretty sure I’ve used something like “the river runs red” for no apparent reason on more than one occasion when talking with my BF. (As in, “...with the blood of my enemies”? I don’t know.)

Thank you for this beautiful piece. You describe many of the conflicted feelings my boyfriend and I have been experiencing, but unable to so eloquently explain.

Mmm... luscious fruit-meats.

Haha, no worries.

Really? I got that from her blog.

Tell me you're aware that the blogger lady has dreads. Because she totally does.

This is my everything.

I used to work at a TV station where a direct line to the live control booth was "like, one digit off" from a pizza place. That's typically the kind of phone that only rings for important immediate things. Not fun dealing with confused hungry people when you're trying to focus on breaking news.

I think her skin tone is the only reason that works at all.

That story on the beard flower page has to be someone's idea of satire, right?