I’m reading Queen Victoria’s Book of Spells, which is a great Gaslight Fantasy anthology; everything by Catherynne Valente and Robin McKinley; and some books on the origins of forensic science and the body farm.  

“ I give everything but the death of the children the eye roll”

“Manic pixie dream girl” as your personal shtick does not age well.

She’s annoying. It’s not cute.

Would wear. Not sorry. 

“She will typically try to give the passerby her child then disappear. When the person goes to look at the child in their arms, they discover it is only a bundle of leaves or large rock.”

Where is the dystopian, man-less future that sci-fi keeps promising me? Because I’m running out of patience for this timeline I’m stuck in.

Oh, there are a few of these assholes already commenting on this article.

Oh Jesus, did the mean ladies hurt your poor baby fee fees by calling that man a pedo? Do you feel that this has somehow unfairly tarnished ALL pedos with the same brush? Because, if so? GOOD.

Of course a cat won’t snitch.

Second ⭐️ awarded for one of my favourite words. 

Prime Day, here I come. 

Prime Day, here I come. 

JFC is there no end to people willing to hump this poor dead woman’s corpse? 

“ he’s yet another bland white actor”

As she should. She’s obviously in no shape to be a parent at this point. 

Right? Where’s the late, much lamented Shade Court when we need it? 

“Put me down, you fucking dick” - Dina the cat to Peter Sarsgaard

Quiet luxe beats loud gauche every time. 

All hail the glow ☁️ 

He said “suns out guns out” - like we NEED another reason to hate him?