brenebrawn
Brene Brawn
brenebrawn

I adore all the things about her. She deserves all the good karma.

Should we be worried about her?

Marry me.

Tear stained, with a little dribble of canned tomato soup from one of his weepy chats with Mom about how Dad never loved him.

I genuinely cannot empathize with folks who would have a problem with this.

Serious pants on— your writing is glorious and entertaining. It's so painful to be rejected, and hugs to you for dealing with that. But you do have talent, and you are so quick with your wit. I love all the things you post here, and my heart would likely burst from glee if there were a novel length version of your

I feel like this is a MFK situation. Marry Drew, bone Jonathan, and kill any chance of having a normal Thanksgiving because I've gotten jiggy with both of the twins.

I'm so uncomfortable right now.

Not in love with her bragging about touching Susan’s breasts without permission— especially when you consider Susan’s face in that picture.

I thought of the scene in Walking Dead when they capture Rick and Carl and start talking about how they’re going to rape Carl, and as the guy starts going toward Carl, tied up Rick leans over and bites out the jugular of the guy in charge. I didn’t feel disgusted. I just thought, “yup.”

Oh noooooo. There would be horrible, horrible things happening to those little shits if I walked into them doing this to my kid.

#NotAllAthletes

Not a newborn— almost 15 months old. And I know this because his son was born the day after my daughter and I'm already plotting their meet-cute.

All the love in the world to that girl. Why is it so hard to just be a decent human being?

Permanent makeup (specifically, eyeliner): yay or nay? I am a habitual eyeliner wearer, and also a runner. Which means I can end up looking like a streaky raccoon on occasion because I'm also a mad sweater. I hadn't even considered the permanent route until the partner suggested it as a tax return splurge.

Ugh, Logan was horrible. Although when I watched it recently, I found Rory to be pretty terrible too. So really, Team Jess, but only for the fictitious version of myself.

I'm stoked for them to address the fact that Dean was the worrrrrrrrrrst.

I was so adamant about not body shaming, and celebrating our natural processes. Pooping is great! Isn’t it great that our bodies are these efficient machines that can take care of waste? Yay, bodies!