Well, that’s what it SHOULD be for, but on some campuses, the whole trigger warning trend is turning into something more, and is being used by some sheltered kids to avoid “uncomfortable” or “upsetting” topics.

I seriously do them about 4 times a day. Any time I see an ad for Poise or hear anything about incontinence, I am squeezing like a motherfucker.

This shit right here is why I’m voting for whoever the fuck gets the Democratic nomination. There is too much at stake for this hyperbole that Hillary is just another republican. Tell that to my uterus assholes.

Calm down there, Satan.

I can’t tell if this is sarcasm or congrats on a burn. Either way, as one who still hopes Clinton gets the nomination, it’s a bummer.

Those eyes are daring, DARING you to comment on her blouse in any way that isn’t 100% positive.

Pull it off today? I can’t even name a star who could pull it off then.-Bette Davis’s ghost.

This is a second thing this week, too? Hey, his behaving badly isn’t your responsibility.

I’m so sorry. I remember your stories. You deserve so much better. Everything is going to be pain for a while, but I promise you that things will improve. Scream if you need to, cry as needed, do whatever you need to do to get some of the feelings out. If you have a support system, try to lean on them. Hugs to you.

Girl. I am so sorry. But seriously, fuck that guy. I remember your stories from Christmastime, and it sounds like you’re honestly going to be better off without him. I can’t even get over how inconsiderate it is for you to be so sick (and lithium poisoning is no joke, my mom’s had it) and him not only not helping out,…

I’ve been waiting all week to talk to you guys. I need you. Over holiday break I got super sick, followed by lithium poisoning, and it was a solid week in bed feeling like I was dying and dealing with crippling depression. My husband, who I’ve mentioned before plays WOW like it’s his job, couldn’t take care of me and…

I FOUND OUT ON THURSDAY THAT MY FINAL DISSERTATION EDITS WERE APPROVED AND I AM NOW DR. HURRIKATE

Ladies....I gots a man. A good man. A hardworking, loving, understanding, hot as hell, man. He officially asked to be exclusive Christmas Day. I really had given up hope. I’ll be turning 30 this year and it feels good to know he’ll be by my side *fingers crossed* Basically, don’t give up!!!

I’ve been crying pretty much nonstop for the last 48 hours. The last week has been hell.

I got overwhelmed and now I’m drinking prosecco in my bedroom, with my vibrator, hiding from my family.

No pranks, it’s just me and my parents this year. It’s been in the 70s here in New England though, so my mom and I made some bread and cookies with all the doors and windows open. At the grocery store earlier, I joked we should celebrate the warm weather with christmas margaritas, and so that’s what we’re doing. Mmmm…

Precisely! My mother went on to say, “......and so are you.” It was like some twisted version of Take Your Daughter to Work Day.