My patronus is shaped like Tilda Swinton. That still doesn’t make her Asian, ffs. I don’t get why she didn’t turn down the role.

That’s my main problem, as well. I’ll have to commit to a routine to take proper care of my hair, and I’ve so far treated my hair with, at most, benign neglect. I won’t be able to do that anymore. I’ll probably also have to wear at least mascara and a bit of blush or bronzer if I don’t want my face to blend into my…

Takeway: she won't be needing that fridge anymore. Can I have it? Dibs!

I'm so sorry for the loss of your aunt. Hugs, so many hugs.

I’m not a crier. I rarely cry. But I cried now. What a brave woman. What a scary country we live in. I just dearly hope it doesn't get any scarier than it already is for anyone who is not a cishet white man.

Because I don’t want to wait decades for something I want now? I only have a few gray strands; it’ll probably take the better part of twenty or thirty years until I go full gray, and even then, it won't be exactly the look I want.

Yeah, I have lovely silky hair, and I’m sure I’m about to fuck the texture up royally. But if not now, when?

I do have some grays already! And my hair is that kind of middling I-used-to-be-a-blond-child ashy brown. It’s good hair, but it’s not a color for the ages. Yet, I am still terrified. I never did anything even close to this.

I have chestnut brown hair, and next week, I’m going all platinum, possibly almost silver. I’m terrified and excited! Thanks for the tips!

Same. Always.

My very favorite thing about him is how beautifully he’s handling all this success. No fake, wide-eyed Taylor-Swifting, but also a healthy dose of delight that it happened at all. (And I did see Hamilton before the ticket prices went insane. So. Worth. It. I wish I could see it again. They are all fucking geniuses and…

Yep. I’m all for a movie with this exact cast, but why does it have to be a remake? Especially since the original wasn’t even that long ago! However, with this cast, I’ll be there anyway. I just hope it won't suck too much.

Yes. She might be a bitch. Or, you know, she might not. She might be an upstanding citizen who doesn’t deserve this vitriol. I really have no idea. My point is that it shouldn’t matter one single bit. He hit her repeatedly. She is a victim of domestic violence. He committed a crime. Her actions and personality are…

Okay. Let’s assume it is true. Let’s assume this is a complex story with more than one side and that Amber Heard is a manipulative bitch. She has a TON OF EVIDENCE. And whoever she is, it doesn’t mean he isn’t a violent asshole at the SAME TIME. Victims don’t need to be perfect. I don’t give a shit to who she is or…

Oh god. THANK YOU. I have dense breast tissue. I need ultrassounds. I have to pay for them, and I thought I had no recourse. Off to be annoying and call and write!

He does realize that blackmail implies withholding damaging information for gain, not releasing it for the world to see, with no way to take it back, right? RIGHT? I'm sure she just hit herself then blamed him. Women. All bitches. All of us.

My mother, on the other hand, thinks I was remarkably, somewhat sadly, tame compared to her years in the 60s and 70s in New York... it all comes down to perspective.

Huh, why are we discussing a child’s facial expressions? She’s clearly super shy; the fact that you made an entire post about it and put it on the internet is just the cherry on a cake she will some day see. Is it not enough that she’s Ted Cruz’s daughter?

Well, first we’d need an episode in which Sansa commands an army, takes Ramsay hostage, and returns, triumphant, to Winterfell. Then, he can die a sad death. The humiliation of losing it all, and to Sansa, would probably hurt more. And I can’t stomach any more torture scenes.

I signed the papers for my house on the last day of my twenties. Then got incredibly drunk and had sex with my best friend. We were both, supposedly, straight, but she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse after a whole bottle of Moet and a few sakes. I spent the following decade discovering that, as it turned out, I’m…