I’m a southerner. That was a perfectly executed “bless your heart,” 10/10 would bless.

I fully expected this to be a horn-stabbing story and my bloodlust is now dangerously unsated.

Yes! My ex had an IQ, according to a test he took at a management training course, of 168. I love a smart man. I did not love his continual condescension toward my family, friends, and sometimes me, and he was also manipulative and a gaslighter. Gaslighting is the worst—it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind,…

It’s from the Talented Mr. Ripley!!

As an Alabama native, I gasped when I read that skillfully deployed “bless your heart.” I can only imagine that it was launched with a twisted, condescending smirk, and that possibility warms the bitchy cockles of my heart. Well DONE, Miss Lady.

That was my favorite part. Truly well executed.

I thought the most harsh you could get with “Bless your heart” was to say it to someone’s face, but I was wrong; the true nuclear move is to say it to a reporter doing a Vanity Fair profile they will DEFINITELY read

I have read several pieces about her over the years, and have seen several interviews on late night talk shows and such. She has always talked about how much she loves his brain. He is no dummy; he made near perfect scores on his SATs and is estimated to have an IQ in the 150s. As someone who is highly attracted to…

“He’s still the only person who really knows the truth about things. And I’m still the only person that knows some of his truths.”

Am slightly wondering if Scott Foley is enjoying any schadenfreude from this.

The way she described Ben reminds me of many women’s relationship with narcissistic men (I know that n word is thrown around a lot, but I think it’s an epidemic in this culture.) Reaaaally trying to avoid ever being with anyone who is Brilliant And Generous And Charismatic but makes me feel small. Big people should…

It made me love her.

Can’t find a flaw in that.

“you wear skechers and i wear yeezys” just instantly cleared up my sinus headache. happy friday!

I’ve been waiting patiently for this.

Perhaps it was not so much about Lorde as that this one actually was about David Bowie; with a montage of David Bowie; and David Bowie’s vocals.

I have seen a lot of disturbing films (pink flamingos, martyrs, Inside) and I can attest that the movie Baby Doll is some fucked up business.

I want to put a catheter full of fire ants up his pee hole.

You don’t need to defend Hitler, this isn’t the hill to die on.

Okay, they were never openly horrible to me but they were to my neighbours and friends, and Their open kitchen window is right across from my very thin front door so I have heard many things I never wanted to hear. These people are clearly fucked up, but they’re also just plain weird.