I’m PMS’ing like a mf’er... therefore I should NOT have even clicked on the pics... but.. damn, now I need chocolate. And ice cream. And a whoooole bunch of other (unhealthy) shit. Daaaaamn.

Gotta be honest here- I hadn’t watched Labyrinth since the early 90s. Watched it this weekend solely to hear Bowie say “Sarah” (my name) over and over again... and then 34 year old me was like “OH, HELLO DAVID BOWIE’S CROTCH!”.. and yeah. Damn.

My mom bought like ten or so Dolly dolls back in the 70s from a coworker “that had a friend who had a bunch” (yeaaaah...). Either way, they’re legit, still in their box, and I swear to fuck I will claw my sister’s eyes out when our mom goes because those bitches ARE.MINE. MINE!

aaaaand i’m saving that for future use.

same. in belgium. st. nicolas. or santa pope as i like to call him (just because of his hat and staff/rod/childbeating stick).

sidenote: ginger here, i love your name, sir.

WORD. (first responder/paramedic)

That sounds like a train station/stop. “Gare du St. Ouest” Yeah, totally.