Hugs. I hope you can drink his tears anon.
Hugs. I hope you can drink his tears anon.
Unfortunately, we all "get" Scotts.
GUYS NAMED SCOTT. This is so true I made the villain of my damn book a Scott. Fuck you, Scotts. You know why.
"...her period, which is a type of bitch infection that women get in their underpants."
Him: Will you be my lawfully wedded PR partner?
Is that a penis in your ear, or do you just have bad taste in music?
Living every day in the happy now is my goal, and I think I slowly get there, even though I'm not yet 40. I've had some bad shit go down, but I'm working every day to try and be thankful for the non-shit shit and to hold on to that, instead of what I can't have. I hope that's the age-50 lesson.
I'd totally do Tumnus, tho. Not ashamed.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I'm scared, hold me!
Kill him and eat him! That's cold. Tasty, but cold.
F: Centaur. He's the least weird, and I think we all know that that's saying fucking something.
If only Alyssa Milano's jumpsuit didn't have those fugly tapered legs. But then again, I pretty much detest every single Stella McCartney thing I ever see.
Well, I for one am glad we finally have some shows on TV that highlight white dudes. I mean, turn on any other show and they only appear as what — 80% of the characters?
FIRST!!!11!!!!!
I can't. The douche is too strong! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaahhhhh I'm growing a wispy, unattractive beard by proxy!
I'm not crying — there's just some freedom in my eye. Sniff.
It might be the best thing I ever made.