And if I’m not ungreyed after I photoshopped an ibex for you people I just give the fuck up.
And if I’m not ungreyed after I photoshopped an ibex for you people I just give the fuck up.
I find A$AP Rocky to be very attractive so for this purpose I actually am vaguely interested in who he’s fucking. Especially because Chanel Iman looked sooo bored when she went to the Knicks game with him.
[But] I’ve got to stand by it, because I did it. I said it.
Both of these people are boring, but I still clicked and read it! Rita Ora looks really cute in that picture, though it obviously didn’t end well.
Also, fuck it, I’ll go there. She’s so despicable that I’ll go there. Have you ever seen a more punchable blind mole rat ass kind of face? Restrain me wise Emma.
Jesus. Hector. Christ. I hope someone proposes during her stupid fucking wedding. I hope everyone who’s not the bride wears white just to spite her. I hope her maid of honor gives a really mean, passive-aggressive speech. I hope her aunt gets too drunk and hits on the groom, and he goes for it.
Clearly the parents have no idea raise a Roof.
I’m tired of people telling me what words I can and can’t use at work. I’ve recently made a conscious effort to stop saying “sorry” for innocuous stuff, and people have commented that I come across as “terse” or “cold.” But if I say “sorry” for the innocuous stuff, then people would think I’m weak. So what the hell am…
“did i stutter, bitch?” always works for me.
Other Random Women Who Call Themselves Experts and tell other women how to talk, act, dress. I don’t want a man to tell me what to do and I don’t want another woman to either. So fuck off mother fucker. JUST stop with the micromanagement of words and thoughts. Just stop. Fucking assholes. Police your own damn selves.…
I think this sums it up quite nicely.
Ugh, my child is not a crotch-dropping. She was forcibly wrested from my uterus through my abdomen, thankyouverymuch.
Front Porch Step
Two things:
I didn’t want kids at my wedding but my now husband gave me a heartbroken look when I said that so I pivoted and not only welcomed kids but hired two sitters to watch the kids and we even had a playground at our venue and reminded parents to bring a change of clothes for their kids. If kids are guests every effort…
I...I can’t tell if you’re being serious.
HEY BAE WE MISSED YOU!
Is a possie a baby possum?
You are welcome.
Yes! But that’s not enough for the Feminist Police on here. Seeing a lot of shamey second wave comments or “this isn’t feminist activism waaaah” comments on here. Even the tone of the interview questions is a little gross. *Sigh*