That feel(ing) when. Not to be confused with MFW (my face when). I know... I know.

The shit-tier Photoshop is burning out my eyes.

Eh. I lived in San Diego (and I’m Latina) and sometimes - usually - I wanted the beautiful stuff my favourite no-name taqueria could make me, but a few times, once in a blue moon, I just wanted Chipotle. It’s not even close to being a authentic burrito... and that was the appeal. They’re totally different categories.

She’s a wonderful actual person, too. I don’t especially care for her music, but she’s just... such a good soul.

So... no idea who Ansel Elgort is, but I’d love to take him out. What a cutie.

Did not expect that last one, need an eyewash station now.

This is sad. But it isn’t surprising, either. He has been unwell a long time. May he rest in peace.

Yes, thank you. I’ve been replaying Peace Walker and Hayter’s gargling glass growl doesn’t work at all. It’s fine in MGS4. It’s not fine at all in PW.

Yuuup, came in here to post it. Your yellow pee? It’ll stain. I have an especially nasty pair of stained granny painties I wear for periods and UTIs. Horrifying, but they are super comfortable.

Gawker et al. are based on the East Coast, so probably and it’s just not specific. Would be a good thing to clarify.

She was pretty popular for a few minutes, then dropped out of the public eye - I assume this is why. So... maybe.

Found it! Ew. But it was the ninties. So okay, I’ll allow it.

I swear I saw Brittney Spears wear that dress back in the nineties. Am I losing it?

This whole look can only be called one thing: A hot mess. Yikes .

This photographer and his ideas suck. Also, this lighting is terrible. She looks like a corpse.

Relevant.

I love this. I love this and I don’t care who knows it. The hair especially.

This is flawless kinja.

I agree, especially the jelly stuff. Every year we get a can and schlorp it onto a nice serving plate and it’s like... nobody eats this but my father. When I am the master of my own Thanksgiving ceremonies, there will be no cranberry sauce... nor that bizarre green bean casserole that’s eaten at exactly no other time…