Most people are not bitchy, self-obsessed, fat-shaming mean girls from hell.

Good people are not mean to strangers, not even in private with their friends.

So: if we buy her story, she’s only a bitch in private, snapchatting naked people to her friends to say mean things about their bodies, in order (presumably) to feel superior to them because she’s young and pneumatic and fit for consumption by the male gaze.

Many think the 19-year-old from Spring, Texas is the greatest female gymnast of all time.

Well, be patient, because they won’t be in stores until next year. It’s a Winter collection.

I’d missed the fur - with the temperatures we’re having in Rome these days, I don’t envy the models at all - but perhaps it should be noted that the reason Fendi got to stage this wonderful show is that they paid to have the fountain restored.

Laura Carmichael for Vita Sackville-West. Come on. You feel it too.

Sophie Turner is actually quite tall, but he’s tiny (my friend met him, says he’s tiny and verykind. She’s tiny, too.) Never mind. He sounds like a solid bloke.

He was my favourite character from episode one, but “My watch is ended” had me all like “FUCK YES JON SNOW”.

Feminism is by definition progressive. Equality will be achieved through change, not conservation. “Conservative feminism” is an oxymoron.

He’s out in three months. He’s effectively been told he did little wrong.
He’ll do it again.

Cate would join the cast, Denzel Washington would be the ex whom Sandra’s trying to win back, Gina Rodriguez would play the hotheaded small-time thief, Constance Wu would be the rich investor who decides she wants to do more than just fund the heist, Diane Ladd would be the long-retired one who gets back in the game…

I read a long article a while ago about a teenage pedophile who realized his tendencies early on and sought help, but he will have to live with it for the rest of his life and possibly never have a proper relationship with anyone. There is no consensus in the psychiatric community about it because it is so little…

People have no idea how much make-up I’m wearing to look like I’m wearing very little.

That’s actually less than I pack, and I don’t use half as much stuff as she does.

I wear a shit-ton of make-up to look like I’m not wearing much, so my make-up bag when I travel is pretty much the same as when I’m home. Four of five different shades of lipstick, the Urban Decay Nude palette and a gold eyeshadow for when I want to jazz it up a bit, Sephora CC cream, concealer, eyeliner, mascara,…

They will have to pry my push-up bra from my cold-dead boobs.

Arya loved Jon over all her brothers, though, and it stands to reason that she wouldn’t call him a “half-brother”. He gave her Needle and the last hugs she ever got, basically.
I really want them to reunite at some point, with Arya becoming Jon’s murderous-vengeful right hand.

“Have you got your keys on you?” Is the last thing we ask each other before we leave the house, because we’ve both locked ourselves out at one point and it was pretty expensive to get back in.

“Did I lock the car?” Is my mantra every time we come in late at night and I’m not sure that I did (I always do, but I forget…

And she only got 10.000 bucks for completely hijacking any chance she had to ever find and keep a proper job. This is so sad. So, so sad.