I’m getting an ‘I Dream of Jeanie’ vibe from it. Or maybe that’s the hair?
I’m getting an ‘I Dream of Jeanie’ vibe from it. Or maybe that’s the hair?
Aaaah, was that the one where the one woman had all these china and glass birds, and the family wouldn’t even let her partner take a bird?
Art or not, I would never get naked in a context I didn’t have complete control over. I would be afraid of being recorded, if not be the teacher, then by a classmate.
Because it’s a way to tie her to him. It demonstrated her trust and devotion to him, and when that faded, the need to get her money back was enough to keep her in contact.
Thoughtful application of black glitter.
Yes. Thank goodness for work ID’S and cute scarves.
Crocs and Danskos. Let the magic of clown shoes into your life.
Forget weekend clothes, when is this technology going to come to scrubs? I would pay lots of good money to never have to wear paper scrubs again.
Good lord, that man just gets more and more attractive every time he opens his mouth.
Being called on her shit? Consequences? People looking at things not her?
there once was a man from Nantucket
Forget that, what happens if you get an infection? The nether regions are....nether. Moist and dirty, no matter how careful you are with them. There are just so many scream-worthy reasons to be worried here.
Ha, no, there's plenty of non-Jewish people who think that Kosher just means 'prepared more carefully' or 'fresher', especially in regards to meat.
I think it's because they're little and easy to process and easier to cry at. Some feelings are too big to feel all at once.
you can see shadows cast by both her upper and lower lips, so there's no way that's just liner. And her nose is much narrower at the bottom, and it looks like her chin has been shaved down to a pointier shape.
Or sexually abusing parents will get email notifications that their kids/victims are talking about what they did.
Thank goodness for the internet, seriously.
I would settle for just the box!
I can't help but imagining this perpetuating down the generations - you getting a daughter an American Girl when she's two and not letting her play with her until she's twelve, and then only gently, and refusing to get her those dang Barbies....her getting her first Barbie when she's fifteen, and then, when she has a…
No! Don't do this! Have you not read all these things where women felt pressured to say yes just because there were a hundred people around watching them? How do you think she'll feel if she's in front of a festival that she's poured herself into, surrounded by not just strangers, but also friends?