A rope being released from tension doing this? On her neck? I don’t fucking think so.

guys, do you ever just feel like this country is too broken to be fixed? godfuckingdamnit.

Yep, I refuse to go to the movies, I am terrified every day my brother is at school (he’s a lot younger), my dad works for a major sports team and I freak out when he’s at the stadium (he’s also disabled so escaping wouldn’t exactly be easy/swift for him), my stepdad is a university professor and has to do active…

I’m a naturally anxious person, but does anyone find their anxiety about being in public spaces has gone up? Like, are you purposely avoiding doing things because of your fears that this would be a place where someone would freak out and open fire?

The first amendment didn’t kill anybody either, but you’re still not allowed to yell fire in a crowded fucking theater.

Well since they work in gun free zones while subjecting the rest of us to completely unqualified gun owners on a daily basis, we’re fucked.

The sad part is that I only recognize half of those dudes which means we’re so used to mass killings at this point that you gotta knock off at least a dozen before you become a household name.

and we have a well regulated militia. its called the fucking national guard so like this second amendment average citizen thing has never made sense to me. THE OPENING LINE IS ABOUT A MILITIA. If you have a weapon of war with zero regulation, and you aren’t in a militia. It. Doesn’t. Cover. You.

Keep your hands OFF our guns!!!! Because you might accidentally shoot us. God those things are dangerous.

It is super stressful to watch. My boyfriend’s mother has actually said “Trump has a point - if we let all those Muslim refugees move here, they are going to start breeding!” A shockingly crude way of saying “I don’t want a Muslim community taking root in my central Florida retirement community.”

If it helps....those people always existed. Maybe there’s something good about forcing them into the daylight. Now you know who they are. Cockroaches like the dark. “Oh, you, running for school board....you were chanting ‘build the wall’ at a Trump rally. I think I’ll make sure you dont get elected.”

I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be able to deal with this. Trump was here in Dallas yesterday; I watched a video on Twitter of his supporters chanting “BUILD THE WALL” at the rally. I’ve known all along that racist people are all around me, but watching that video just made me so fucking angry. To know that it…

“Welcome home,” the roach said to its new companion. “I have traveled far and wide - from the toilet to the garbage, to the wilds underneath the couch - and now I have found you, Donald.”

The funny thing about attacking Curiel is that he is a member of a traditionally black fraternity (Kappa Alpha Psi), so a whole different group of people are standing up for him too. Trump really hit the negative jackpot when he went after the judge.

#notalllatinas think he’s a great monster! Some of us think he’s a flatulant small handed impotent monster who has to wear diapers at night and cries in the shower, who only messes up facts because he never learned to read and only hates brown people because he’s never properly figured out how to tan his skin enough,…

and he really screwed up when he attacked Curiel. Many Latinos that are citizens and therefore eligible to vote don’t remember or don’t want to remember that their ancestors came here without documents but Trump in Curiel attacked one of the well off Latinos, a star child, an exemplary Latino born here. That is…

This is Stephanie Seymour. Supermodel from the 1980's/1990's, part of the Naomi, Cindy, Christy, Paulina, Linda powerforce of women who made it to the top of the profession. They had to claw their way to success, not have their mothers hand it to them by calling in favors.

If reports are accurate, citizenship/voter registration applications from legal Latinxs are surging to record numbers this year. Trump’s race-baiting candidacy has realized this country’s mouth-breathing border patrol nuts’ fears. And it’s more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.

Tangy, sweet, boring but predictable, topped with a pile of melty sticky white goop.

she’s stacked taller and looks more scrumptious than IHOP’s double blueberry pancakes.