My favorite pattern.

The tiny hands! The tiny hands!

At first glance of the photo I thought he was Winona and I was like, “girl, Stranger a Things is a hit, why are you being an asshole again?”

“Imagine Trump’s legs,” would be my yawning response as I recused myself from her presence.

White people want to be oppressed so bad. I can’t stop laughing

“I refuse to learn what I teach. Where do you think you are, not-Florida?"

Never in my life have I been so happy that I am not an Olympic athlete.

I was reading comments by Britons about a couple who are trying to crowdfund their “self-sufficient” plans to move to Costa Rica, and apparently, lots of people in the UK think Costa Rica is part of the U.S.

“It’s ridiculous. I watch that shit religiously.”

This is our life now. A million celebrities absolutely no one has heard of, getting sponsorships and making bank and being famous but only to to a subset of people on the internet. I’m very scared.

Teenagers

She’s a beauty blogger who is not actually good at make-up. And, she’s popular?

Yeah, there is a very generous definition of beauty blogger being applied here.

How can you be a beauty blogger when your repertoire consists solely of silver eye shadow and poorly drawn eyeliner?

in some gaudily expensive hotel suite somewhere, Melania sat on a plush couch—her designer dress beginning to wrinkle, Donald’s musty breath breathing down her neck—and she felt the chill. She felt it.

SHADE COURT