Sansa's necklace looks like these plastic things we used to tuck our extra long NKOTB T-shirts into to make a tail on the side.

What is it about people learning how to read that just makes me cry? Love Shireen and I fully second that she should go around Westeros teaching literacy. Would watch!

Nah. A wide-brimmed fedora is classy as hell if you can pull it off (though that “if” is important). The trilbies that neckbeards so love, though? Those were never really properly “cool”.

Problem solved.

It is My Father’s will that your entire life should be centered on Me.

In both cases you cite it may not actually be a size threshold.

Totally fair. I am pretty impressed with her myself (I know it’s not a popular opinion) so I’d be curious to get her critique of the male auteur.

Yeah, because people who want to see Paul Blart are going to read these reviews and be like, whaaaaaa? Not as good as the book?

there is so much fierce in this photo

I got this magical bag this week and it is my everything. It’s handmade and so beautiful and it smells so good and the leather is so smooth and everything about it it is wonderful and I got it for £100 and I am so very, very happy that I didn’t have to spend thousands of pounds to find a bag I love.

THAT FUCKING BUBBLING BUTTER JESUS TAKE THE WHEEEEEEEEELLL

HERE COMES A BOOK.

YOU GUYS SHE’S FRIENDS WITH WILLOW MY LITTLE BLACK GIRL HEART IS SINGING.

Sony person here! They actually give you a choice between iPhone and Sony Xperia. The bigger mystery is why do people choose the Xperia?!

i have like half side-eye to Spike TV and half side-eye towards her

Look at this SQUAD. As an Old Person™ this gives me so much hope for the future of Young Women People.

Not racist at all; she’s legit trying to be Rihanna. Everyone calls her discount Rihanna. Her sound and fashion choices are so similar.

We need Mariah Carey’a gif saying “I don’t know her.”

I assume Rita Ora is a made-up figure in the entertainment industry that everyone says they know, but no one has actually seen. No one wants to admit they don’t know who she is and have never actually seen her in person. Like some too-early-for-it’s-time Wilde novel or something.