So, I’m a dog groomer, I work with several other groomers. Last weekend we had 90+ degree heat and tons of humidity (for Michigan at least).

Let yourself still wander naked under the full moon, and drink moonshine with the stars.

Could you have had an aneurysm and not know it? Because I’m a fucking asshole.

you just mansplained pantyhose.

The late Roger Ebert’s North review taught us there are few things more enjoyable than reading, watching or listening to someone skilfully take apart media they passionately hate. With that in mind, I give you the only Pixels review you will ever need:

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Sometimes...

Whenever a person stops eating or has a major, continuous loss of appetite/desire to eat it is clinically called anorexia. That doesn’t mean it is anorexia nervosa, most people with anorexia do not have an eating disorder but have an underlying medical cause.

I’m halfway through my period and I am fucking bawling at the description and being made to think of Beaches again.

This whole article was fucking unbearable. Christ, now I’m all stabby.

No one did it better than my forever-love, Devon.

Uh, yeah, that’s...not how you make cocktail sauce. That’s...why would you think that would produce cocktail sauce?

I make that same noise when I run out of salsa, but still have chips in the bowl.

Mr. Fox tried sexting me from work one day, and I sent this gif telling him I was hungry for his

I want to open an abortion clinic and café called Zip Boppity Bops. We would have fresh juice!

They are going to put Shailene Woodley in this, aren’t they?

The death of Gilbert Blythe sent me to bed early last night. Isn't it strange that you can be so invested in characters from your youth?

Who raised you? That was not a kind or useful thing to say.

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