Sorry, I only listen to fourth-wave one-man Hungarian black metal projects.

Not to “well actually”, but... the size of our glutes are probably a sign we are meant to run, or at least walk prolifically.

*is continually baffled that anyone would have sex with Jay Z anyway, dude is homely as hell, and yes, money, don’t care*

This is the hashtag I’ve needed. It’s strange, though; you admit you’re voting for a person, however begrudgingly, and that’s just not enough for the truly devoted. Somehow, because I wasn’t sobbing tears of joy last night, and shouting YAS QUEEN (please, white women, stop) I “didn’t understand.” I’ve seen more nuance…