Ygritte
Ygritte
Ygritte

I would watch that!

Some farts can be controlled, others can't. No queef can be controlled.

Ew.

Quality romantic relationships, no matter the gender of the partners, are predicated on slowly devolving into regularly farting in front of each other without flinching. Couples who fart together, stay together.

There are boners in yoga class? I guess I am doing a good job of focusing on me and not comparing myself to the person next to me...

I went through the same denial even though I never liked Robb that much (I do like most of the other Starks, but I'm not rooting for them to triumph in the game, just to be able to live their lives out peacefully and content with their station).

If only.

I often find myself wondering the same thing. Whatever. Vive le gris!

Sending you many positive thought waves right now. Your situation sounds eerily similar to mine a couple years ago. It got better for me, and it will for you, too.

This is exactly how I feel about it (and I too am on a break from it, mostly because of a guy who doesn't take rejection well). The ease of getting compliments and attention on there is like a drug, especially if you're shy in person like I am.

You are a good and kind person. You did everything you could to help the poor rabbit. As someone whose cat was hit by a car and wouldn't know it if it wasn't for kind bystanders like you doing everything they could, thank you for doing everything you could for that rabbit.

I don't know the sappy details, but my parents got engaged after 3 months, were married 4 months later, and are going strong 37 years later. Be who you be.

I want you to be my life coach.

Brag on. That sounds amazing.

I have an artist's pencil drawing of him. It is framed and sits on the wall in my bathroom facing the toilet. Guests don't seem to appreciate the way he looks into your soul as much as I do...

You guys, I'm actually excited about a man! It's been so long! I met him through a friend for all of 15 minutes, and in the convo, he mentioned that he just got this raised outdoor fire pit for his backyard and said I should come hang out with him by the fire pit. A few days later, he texted me and asked when I was

1. That sounds delicious. When are you inviting me over for dinner?

That is weirdly adorable.

It is universally known, but I don't think it's a Maine Coon—it's so tiny.

Whoa. Yes, it does!