One of my relatives had one of those. But the parents wanted to be surprised by the gender too, so they have the doctor write the baby’s gender on a piece of paper and stick it in a sealed envelope. They give the sealed envelope to a bakery, pre-order a cake for the party, tell the bakery to open the envelope and use…

And as a mixed raced child who had a white mother who took every single racial and sexist battle - and won them, I’ll say: the exhaustion is worth it.

yep, definitely a thing :-D also snuggled down in a nice gentlemans armpit with my head on his shoulder is the safest feeling place in the world, and where all the loveliest things get said, and hottest ideas suggested. The warmth, the feeling of acceptance, the speaking of intimacies...and the smell, laced with…

Am I the only one who read that and said “Lorena McKennit?”? Yes? Ok, I’ll show myself out. #damnoldpeople

in ~the internet age~ where things are so readily available for consumption and where we find ourselves interacting much more with media and cultures that are not necessarily made for us and for which we don’t necessarily have the background to understand, I think something that gets overlooked is stepping back and…

Nobody fucks with DeJesus.

I bet they have a pickpocket monkey living in their crawspace. That seems the most logical explanation to me.

Considering the research behind it could one day feed people colonizing other worlds, I’d say it’s worth a hell of a lot more, although it also didn’t cost anywhere near that.

She didn’t want food, she wanted a hand-warmer. She thought the bulb-warmed pretzel would be warm enough to do the job, but it wasn’t, yet blowing money on a second pretzel would take more of her money so she became resigned to her hands staying cold.

I maek bill say nippel bad OK relect me

Kylie Jenner lips on her back.

The girl I nanny and I go to the mall to use their free play area on cold days.

The dead end was frustrating, because, as a fat feminist, I was hungry to find out who the original poster could be so I could then eat them.

If we live in a world where plaid scarves have gender designations, I don’t want to live at all.

If we live in a world where plaid scarves have gender designations, I don’t want to live at all.

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

Are you going to let that hold you back for the rest of your life?

Here’s mine:

Sir. SIR. It is an African-American mark. Sir.