VOGUE CAN’T MAKE US DO ANYTHING.

these low-rise jeans demand confidence, strategy—and let’s be honest, some crunches

She calls herself that so twig bitches like you don’t say it behind her back. /joke, from the movie.

Don't forget the millions donated to a PIZZA RESTAURANT for saying they wouldn't work at a gay wedding.

I gave a little. Because babies. Father does seem like a total dipshit, but that’s isn’t the child’s fault. (Just added dipshit to my dictionary, as it’s bound to be useful again...)

I think the world loves pregnant women. They hate women with babies and children though. Or maybe that’s just the republicans.

So just to recap: Donating to help raise a baby is not ok. Donating to nonprofits that prevent accident baby from happening is also not ok. Taxing for support services for accident baby is not ok. Donating to Bigot Pizza is ok. Got it.

So people feel okay giving money to cops who are on paid leave after murdering an unarmed citizen on camera but giving to a woman who gave birth to a child she didn’t know she was carrying on a fucking airplane is asking too much? That’s greedy?!

I said it before, I’ll say it again: The world fucking hates pregnant women and would be happy treating them like shit, unless it’s their own mother. Then she’s a queen!

If a dude can somehow get 55k to make potato salad... I don’t see why a woman shouldn’t get the same amount for having a baby.

I will never understand how feminists can *not* be angry. This anger that permeates feminism is absolutely justified, and since women are currently losing ground and gains are being unmade, I would expect the least we can do is understand why. At which point does being a second-class citizen become something we should…

Your mum sounds rad as hell. Please thank her for the work she and other women did to make things easier and fairer for my generation.

Hey everyone, go see it so George Miller will make us another one. It’s a really wonderful film, I saw it last night and the obsession has crept up so hard since that I’m considering skipping work this afternoon to see a matinee.

Beverly flat-lined, not Deacon. She is dead, dead, dead. Dr. Prettyboy saved Deacon to live in guilt and idealize his martyr sister forevermore. That’s why the girls liked Beverly, and why she mentioned moving to Nashville to play happy extended families, so when she dies they’ll be sad and it won’t feel like she was…

Okay, so tonight I’m making a new Spotify playlist of tracks from this season and then I’m officially going to stop pretending I want or need to catch up on this show.

My primary concern is that my stomach would burn to a crisp instantly, having never seen the bright light of day

I lost 35 pounds when I was sick with depression and anxiety and many people who didn’t know commented on how svelte and good I looked. It was not healthy weight loss; I got that thin because there were repeated stretches where I felt so awful I could barely force myself to choke down some banana blended into greek…

When I told people, casually, that I weighed 224 pounds, the response was always horrified silence. It was like I had taken a crap on the carpet.

I love this post!

“Baz Luhrmann’s musical remake of Blade Runner”