I’m 30, so I’m in that weird pocket of time were I’m not gen x but don’t feel like millennial really fits either. Maybe it’s also because I’m married and married people are notorious for not having that much sex, but sex just isn’t that high priority for us. It’s nice, we like it, but we also like Netflix and talking…

Exactly. I shoved the memories and the feelings so far down that it didn’t spill over until my late 20’s, when I lost it completely and spent every night sweating and crying and begging my husband to guard the door so no one could get in my room. (He did. He stood at the door until I fell asleep for two years, and…

I just want to scoop them all up and take them out of there. Therapy and real educations for everyone!

If he were black he would be dead. He wouldn’t have lasted long enough to make it to jail. White privilege is very much a part of this story.

Just in time for my PMS week of tears! I’m stocking up on Reece’s and kettle chips and snuggling up for some Bat tears. Yaaayyy!

FeministKittenjoy(back to black) ?

needs more stars.

I just want to say that I am so happy he had a painful end, and I support your decision to never forgive his unforgivable behavior. I hope my dad suffers in the end. I hope he’s alone and in pain. I will never be sorry for wanting that.

I can’t find any empathy for them. My dad beat and raped me repeatedly as a child, but he always repented so my mom and her family demanded I forgive him... every time. Some people use the forgiveness of their god as a weapon against the defenseless.

I’m a (married) atheist whore. I give you all my stones, and my husband’s stones, and the stones of my totally religion-less children. Go get ‘em tiger.

Where is grumpy cat and her GOOD? Quick, someone with the power to post cat pictures!

Yay! We need more troop leaders!

Most of this sounds nuts, but I can relate in a tiny sliver of it. I get a bonus when my husband does. I get a portion of his paycheck every month. He works at a well-paying job and I stay home to raise the kids and be kick ass at all things domestic. I don’t get less if my kids do something dumb or anything, but for…

1985 is a lonely year! I’m not gen x, I feel weird being lumped in with kids born in the mid/late 90’s. WHERE DO I BELONG?!

Fuck, I love you. This is a masterpiece!

Pens forever.

A friend of mine loves low rise jeans and short shirts. Her post- pregnancy belly hangs over it, uncovered by that short shirt, and I swear her ass crack is out 75% of the time. I love her, she’s almost 40 and it’s just not a nice look. She hates my high rise jeans, so I guess different strokes. :/

DAMN. Just damn, that man is nice to look at.

Both of my kids can also be proof. All my babies are pill babies.

I sent this text to my husband at work, not telling him where I got it from.