I feel compelled to share this bit of wisdom by David Foster Wallace everywhere I read anything about suicide in the hopes that it can help people - even one person - understand. (Kinja screwed up the formatting and won’t let me change it, but I feel like it’s kind of appropriate for the message.)

Obviously she didn’t use marijuana in jail, but let’s say for the sake of the argument she did, doesn’t that just further highlight the gross negligence and general ineffectiveness and incompetence of the Wallace County police department?*

some time in the mid-90s I fell out of my bunk bed and hit my head. My parents took me to the ER, and the doctors asked me various questions to determine my mental status. One of them was “Who’s in charge at the White House?” I deadpanned “Hillary” and had the whole ER laughing. I was seven or eight.

Three tweets about being totally fine that your ex is married and having a baby? Sporadic use of ALL CAPS?

Jesus, is kinja getting WORSE? Starring has only worked intermittently for weeks, but now I can't star anything, and trying sends me to the top of the post. SO FRUSTRATING OMG.

I think I must be overloaded on tragedy and sadness when I read a Dirt Bag and feel existential angst about a man who loved a star so much he had her permanently etched on his body 29 times, only to be rejected by same star and feeling forced to endure the agony of 29 laser tattoo removals rather than carry the shame.

More Rachel Dolezal, yeesh. Look, I apologize if someone else has made this same point but could someone explain to me how she’s any different from Caitlyn Jenner?