I have a male friend who seems to always feel the need to tell me (a female) when he thinks another female he encounters is attractive. He isn’t particularly lewd about it (“I met Bob’s wife this weekend; she’s reaaaally cute!”) but it just seems kind of like a weird pattern. I’m not your bro and I don’t need an…

Aye! I used to use Vaseline for my nose, but I ran out and just used the coconut oil I have lying around. It’s thinner than Vaseline, but I find that it works as well. Is it all oil-type substances that cause this pneumonia? Because my poor nose would hate to lose Vaseline and/or coconut oil!

Nail polish. I put it on, let it dry, then look at it and say, ugh what is this?! It looks so unnatural! Then I start scratching it off.

I totally suck at petit pointe, mending, knitting for our poor soldiers overseas, playing the harpsichord, flirting from behind a fan, organizing my dance card and making blanc mange. Ladying, why so hard?

HOLY SHIT I HAVE AN ACTUAL LADY TIP FOR ONCE. I use a carabiner as my main keychain and I clipped like 3-5 hair elastics to it so that I would theoretically always have one with me. When I take it out, I try to remember to clip it back to its home, but I don’t always. But then I have backups, so this works for me.

I can’t wear heels for shit. It has nothing to do with the amount of pain, I just can’t hold my balance and totter around everywhere as if I’m deeply intoxicated. My feet are two different sizes and my left foot is always falling out of my shoes, so my heels need to be mary janes. Full stop. And even then I trip all…

ME.

I cannot paint my own nails. Fingers nor toes. I can’t file, I can’t clip. I have tried and I want to be able to because as much as I enjoy a manicure, I’d like to have this basic skill. Every time I try, there’s polish all over my hands and it’s like “MOMMY LOOK WHAT I DID!”

Dieting. I can’t and don’t even try to do that shit.

you seem fun

Whatever side of the mirror is brighter, that is the side that sees it as a mirror. So they just have to make the bathroom slightly dark and put a somewhat creepy light inside the closet (as someone else suggested, on a timer). Then the person in the stall would see the creepy witch head in the closet when the light…

Cool, a picture for ants

Farrah is a grade A narcissist (literally) but Gary is a piece of shit. He’s an emotionally manipulative douchebag who enjoys tormenting the women in his life. Amber seems to really have gotten her life together after going to “gel” so I hope she can be a good influence in her daughters life.

Not that I thought I would be alone in this sentiment, but glad to see it quickly brought up by others. I think I’ll pass on being seen by others the way I see myself. Then again, maybe it would force more rapid and substantial changes that I need but can’t bring myself to complete.

literally my first thought. I would be murdered almost instantly.

Christ, no. That’s the last thing I want. I hate myself.

ERIN AND SARAH’S MANSION IS THE SAME MANSION KOURTNEY AND SCOTT USED TO LIVE IN

Thank you, I get ripped apart every time I mention it isn't always depression and there are far more reasons than mental illness.

That’s incredibly sad. It always breaks my heart when people lose the battle with mental illness like this.

A mother whose son had taken his own life once told me how hurtful the phrase “committed suicide” is because “commit” implies the person is a criminal. It had never occurred to me before she said that, so I understand that most people don’t mean anything by using the phrase, but I would love to see people stop using…