This smacks of “celebs being too transparent about their disordered eating” than anything else.

I am so happy you have a beautiful new kitty to make new memories with.

Too much telling, not enough showing.

I go to a local shop that sells a lot of brands, mostly European: https://www.townshop.com/. They’re great. Anita sport bras, Freya or Chantelle or Simone Perele underwire bras. Lonely Lingerie is also very pretty, they’re an NZ brand and were doing the harness-y look early. Their ad campaign is very body & age…

Yeah, it’s a tragically misguided attempt to make women self-objectify, with colorways seemingly picked out by colorblind old men. 

VS is a shit brand. Their sizing is both off kilter from every other lingerie maker and extremely limited, the quality is shit, and for what it is it’s ridiculously overpriced. You could pay the same ballpark amount for a French bra that will be infinitely more comfortable, prettier, and last much longer. (I used to…

This isn’t a bug in the system. It’s by design.

I’ve not finished it yet, but I took it to mean that as far as he and his therapist have discussed it, it’s a Normal Coping Mechanism and Totally Healthy.

YES YES YES, thank you. What drove me mad about that too is that he feels so sorry for himself!! He doesn’t seem to grasp the impact it has on Leigh at all. Not to mention, the gutless wonder who acts like his hands are completely tied in this sitution, VASECTOMIES ARE REVERSIBLE.

YES, thank you!

I liked that too (I know I’m a few days late) but I thought it was that he was increasingly having those withdrawal symptoms, heightened more and more as time crept closer towards Nell’s death.

To be fair to Who, the gunshot didn’t look particularly well shot, and rather unmerciful in that regard. It was not an instant death, or didn’t seem like it. I was expecting, though, The Doctor to speak to the spiders at some point, at least the mother one, maybe with that TARDIS translation? Or at least try to…

Yeah, I think that’s very likely at this point.

This is brought to the world by the network that have Donald Trump legitimacy on a national platform.

Clowns. I was terrified of them very early on, and this fear extended to dolls and anything clown like. I later caught a glimpse of a TV ad for a scary clown movie when I was like 5 or 6 and it burned into my brain, cementing my fear as valid. I don’t know where exactly it originated, though. I know I went to the…

HOLY SHIT, I did NOT like dolls and this creepy story just like, weirdly vindicates that feeling.

I like that book, and kitties sound good, yachts are gross. I am feeling this post, basically.

Oh my GODS that is an amazing idea, holy shit

I agree with that.

THIS THIS THIS.