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Photograph your baby in a mason jar. Must do! Pin Now..Save for later! So Cute!

That makes perfect sense. I use Pinterest to catalog recipes and interior design concepts that catch my eye, but the rest of it is terrible. Everyone is white and blonde and obsessed with weddings, babies, losing weight, 30-day squat challenges, outfits that always manage to combine chevron print/riding boots/mint and

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That has been one of my goals since this happened:

Am I alone in my unfounded distaste for Lea Michelle? Something about her just—peeves me.

I thought I was tired of the Fallon lipsynch competition, but Emma came along and slayed it entirely. Her Ludacris rendition will stay with me

New life time goal: party with Emma Stone.

Well, right, I agree with that. If the bride makes it MANDATORY to do certain things, then she should pay. But if she says, "Hey, I think it would be nice to go get our nails done the morning before! Who wants to go?" and 4 out of 5 can afford to go, it's not really her responsibility to pay for the 5th person. The

WHY... the Kartrashian vs. Old Hollywood comparison? That's like - "Hey, guys! Nutella or genital warts?" STOP TRYING TO MAKE THESE COMPARISONS HAPPEN.

THIS. You don't have a single other dress? Your only option is a white dress? I refuse to believe that. Every woman either owns a little black dress or should own one. When in doubt, wear that.

Just don't do it.

I don't normally get all celebrity-excited, but this little family always looks so down to earth and cute and so genuinely happy and loving looking at each other that it breaks my heart every time.

Omg this photo made my ovaries skip a beat

You guys. YOU GUYS! I hate monarchy and they are melting my fucking heart.

Breaking: Prince George has Bitchy Resting Face,

ugh, i want to be part of this family.

This has never happened to Kirsten Dunst, but she doesn't give off that vibe or court that.

I felt so awful for her when he asked about Olivia.

North West is the cutest baby in the world, other than my own babies, of course! =^_^=

A couple years ago I ran my first ever race, a half marathon in Central Park. When I was coming up Harlem Hill, a decently steep incline on the northside, there was a guy about three-quarters of the way up. On the ground he'd drawn a line in chalk at the most difficult part of the hill. At this point, I was 10 miles