Nooooooo. Jen. Seriously. You are better than this. This motherfucker cheated on you and blew up your life. There were teams! I remember! It was all fucked up!

OMG, my Walk To Remember story is excellent.

Those costumes are spot on.

I’m going with my mom, sister, and aunt, and a whole bunch of my friends are planning on going too. I’m super psyched to be sharing this experience with my mom— she pulled off a subtle FU protest to President Nixon in her youth, by waiting until he reached her in a handshake line to move her long hair out of the way…

I am a domestic violence counselor. I think any avenue that give resources to a person experiencing violence is a good thing.

BTW, Vanity Fair took Trump’s twitter post and used it today to sell year long subscriptions for $5. And you can buy a friend one for $5 as well.

Granted this one is nicer than most, but a certain point, all French houses over a couple hundred years old and with more than four bedrooms are considered châteaux... or at least, marketed as such to foreign buyers. Trust me. If you don’t care where you’re living, you can buy one for much less than the average price…

I want to have whirlwind romance with her where it ends in a knife fight on top of a skyscraper.

I’m not a huge cry-er. I take things on the chin and move on. I felt such immense pride casting my vote for such a qualified and amazing woman earlier today. I stopped and took the moment in. I immediately saved my I voted sticker.

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

Oh my god! That reminded me of one of the creepiest things that ever happened to me - I was sleeping at a new boyfriend’s apartment for the first time, and I woke up to see a little man, troll-like, staring at me. Trying to process in my sleep haze I just stared back, until he grabbed my arm and bit it! I kinda…

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

While i was doing my degree, I had to do some fieldwork, and this entailed spending some time in a quaint UK village for a few weeks. The natives were quite welcoming and it made a nice change from normal coursework, so it was fine.

However, right away, I noticed the villagers were a bit odd about some things. For…