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Queen Bea
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Girl, I hear your ten pounds and raise you an amount that I am unwilling to disclose. Stress eating/drinking is probably a nationwide epidemic right now.

current president:

YES.

I would be astounded if he cares whether or not he puts the Queen in danger, but I assume that the British security forces will feel differently.

Trump is like a reverse-werewolf; he needs to be surrounded by gold at all times or else he dies.

It’s pretty common to ride in the carriage. It’s not something he can demand. The security forces here are most concerned about the Queen. His visit will bring out many more protesters than they have ever seen. The question is, does he want to put the Queen in danger?

So, I get that it’s not unusual for visiting heads of state to ride in the carriage, but is it unusual for them to insist on it? Also, you know, if Donald decides that it’s worth the risk, who am I to tell him otherwise?

Columbine’s anniversary is this week too, I think on the 20th or 21st. The marathon bombing was the 15th. Mid April Is a bad time for doing anything.

You get all my stars tonight. Here I was feeling kinda sorry for myself after spending Easter alone. Then I watched this video. Ugh.

I think I’ll bookmark this video to watch whenever I feel lonely or depressed about being single or even slightly nostalgic about the cheating ex. There are far, far worse things. Nothing feels more lonely than being in a degrading, abusive relationship. Huma, sell your book and move on. Even if you never get into

My sympathy for her ran out when he involved minors, and she opted to stay with him anyway. Until she divorces him, she is the woman who willingly stayed with a pedophile. Especially since his behavior occurred in proximity to one of her own children.

Yes. If she writes a memoir after divorcing Weiner, I would read that. I have no interest in reading a memoir she writes while still married to him.

I thought he was your run of the mill perv and even felt sorry for the guy to some degree (bc it was all texting/sexting with adult women and plenty of politicians have done much worse and it barely had any effect on their careers) BUT then minors were brought into it and he even had his child sleeping near him in one

Actual Mommie Dearest:

Also: “Dad loves to take us out in our Dress-Alikes”

Sherman Oaks, California. 1967.

I wigged out on Santa when I was like 2 1/2. Easter Bunny? My parents weren’t chancing that shit

I’d rather have cute witches than that terrifying asshole Easter Bunny. Every photo as a kid with him has me basically hysterically crying as I was forced to sit on his lap and look into those enormous unblinking eyes. You don’t even ask the Easter Bunny for anything, what’s the point(“Hey Bun, can you intervene on

The best witch - in her Easter pastels.