you can see part of what looks like an abc logo in the second pic. my guess is someone over there. not that this was a serious question but i’m bored at work.
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This is a sterling example of why it’s so important that we shame and defund PP out of existence.
The ones that detach! signed, girls everywhere.
The ones that detach! signed, girls everywhere.
Urinary tract infections—a.k.a. UTIs—are at best, uncomfortable and at worst, can feel like a demon ripping apart…
Alright, so I live in Phoenix. I am down to email. I never email because it gives me extreme anxiety and anger at the same time. Someone tell me what to say and I will say it.
Hmm. It’s almost like femininity contains multitudes.
Beyoncé now has a collection of very cool, very edgy flash tattoos that should keep you covered for every music…
I can’t tell you how many times boogiefeminists from Planned Parenthood jumped out of my closet and demanded I abort my pregnancy so they could turn a profit. “Those donations you give us just aren’t enough,” they said. “We’ve come for your wanted pregnancy. GIVE US THE FEEEEEEETUSSSSSSSS. The money must flow.”
only fucking monsters would try to commandeer Harry Fucking Potter’s birthday
I’ve never been a 52 year old asshole making shitty comments on the internet, therefore, she shouldn’t be allowed to do it either.
You’re dark, I like you.
Why are people stalin on giving their approval?
This clearly flies in the face of everything that Maxxism stands for. Hell you might as well just go to Lenins & things.
I buy Bliss body lotion at TJMaxx and I’ve bought it at Sephora, and the “regularly priced” amount is right where it should be. $30 or so at Sephora, $14 at TJMaxx.
Considering my definition of a successful relationship is meeting someone whos neroses is compatible with your own... I don’t find this shocking.
People keep saying “neurotic” like it’s a bad thing. Refusing to sit with my back to the door at a restaurant has kept me alive for this long, thank you and shut up.
I need science to tell me I’m neurotic the same way I need my electric bill to tell me I spend too much time online.
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HEY THAT’S ME! I MADE THAT! True life, I cried a little bit when I got it in the mail, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen my father look at me with such pride.