detectivealwayswrite
Sherlock Rhodes
detectivealwayswrite

Um my grandma paid me twenty bucks to take pictures of her book store once so I think that makes me a professional, okay.

I think they are a response to the “weddings are boring” complaint. They are an activity that you can do if you want if you’re not into dancing that are cheap to throw together if you have a laptop and throw together some props. They get fancy of course but they don’t have to be. I wanted to have a crafts table at my

As a biracial woman, works that examine this sort of thing always interest me when they’re done by people who know what the hell they’re talking about. So, pretty much anyone other than Rachel Dolezel, who has never been caught between a race or culture or ethnicity or anything else. Bitch, you ARE white. You

All the cool girls were wearing those skinny sequinned gowns. Me? I wore a dress I amateurly sewed myself. Plain satin, laced up the back with a big chiffon ribbon. I even sewed my date a matching vest and tie out of my leftover material. I was awesome!

they look like really dull Disney Princes and I’m so down for it.

Something tells me that people who listen to today’s country music are going to eat this shit up like candy.

I didn’t listen so that the carpenter one can still get it.

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

Oh no! My meatus [hole]!

Must be annoying for her mom to have to watch for her darting out every time she opens the door.

...ya know, there’s a reason furries tend to ignore otherkin.

I thought I was a cat but it turned out I was just really into musical theater.

Madeleine, if you start researching into the world of otherkin you will find things you will never be able to unsee

Right? This is like... 1995 all over again.

Oh my god, the rest of the world has discovered otherkin.

“Dolezaling” XD

You know, I can handle the being a cat thing but her shitty goth get-up and bad dye job have to go.

Aw, jeez, come on. I identify with sloths, but I’m not Rachel Dolezaling myself into a sloth, the way this chick is into a cat.

There’s still time?

I’d bet it all that you’d look the bees fucking knees in anything Randy.