Oh my god fuck this horror sandwich. I think Nutella is ruined for me now.

You’re describing my day as well. Those moments when I remember what happened just hit me like a truck. And then comes a string of desperate thoughts: “Muslims”, “SCOTUS”, “Roe v. Wade”, just so much shit.

Why isn’t anyone else getting your point? It’s early fucking voting. lol

I agree, but I think it’s more like the Trump team doesn’t understand the in-line law, or is PRETENDING not to (more likely).

i havent noticed that at all....PSYCH!

I’m partial to (warning if you listen to it will get stuck in your head):

If guys don’t want to rape, they shouldn’t drink.

Nice to not read “... 15 of those years suspended”

All I can say is, Mulder and Scully would be extremely disappointed in the FBI right now.

You can’t do that. It’s WRONG.

Every time I rewatch, I still have to stop myself from yelling HOW DARE YOU throughout season 7.

When Dawn kicks her out of her own fucking home in Empty Places (I think that’s the ep, it’s been years lol but my love endures.) I mean, she worked at a fucking fast food place while she was the slayer just to keep that house for all of her lazy and unsupportive friends and family to live in! And then they kick her…

All I’m sayin’ yo.

Is this the worst comic ever?

Dude. That is fucking terrifying. TERRIFYING!!!

About five years ago, my husband Adam and I decided that it was finally time to start looking to purchase a house. We had always talked about buying an older, fixer upper home because we’ve had the idea that they hold more charm and character. Plus we can appreciate a place that has it’s own quirks and we love the…

This isn’t exactly scary, as it is pretty weird and a little sad and paranormal. It’s also kinda long, but it really happened to me this year.

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I…

I grew up in a 200-year-old house on an old pig farm. We were always digging up old stuff in the field and playing in the washhouse and climbing the old apple trees. It was very Tom Sawyer. We were absolutely, 100% not allowed in the barns because they were deathtraps. There were only five other kids nearby and we all…