honeyfunds are the only wedding gift in this day and age that make any sense. I support you, friend.

I love you, Aimee, for writing this — if, for nothing else, the sheer bravery (I can hear the pearls being clutched).

OKAY? ::high-five::

I haaaaated summers as a kid. Unrelenting heat, all my friends were gone on vacation, and I was stuck home alone watching shitty daytime TV with no cable and only the hum of a swamp cooler to keep me company while my mom was at work every day. The. Worst. I couldn’t wait to be an adult and in charge of my own life and…

::heavy sigh:: You precious idiot. Re-read all of this as much as you need to until you get there. Take your time. Byeee.

No shit, but the erasure of Black women is the necessary predicate for this exchange. Neither he nor she are acknowledging Back women’s even theoretical existence in that moment.

TW transmisogyny

Donald, put on some pants and get out of bed already. The day’s briefings (People, Us Weekly) are waiting next to your glass of whole milk and bowl of dry cheerios, per usual.

How pale are you?

The arrows and loopy font are...confusing in their ubiquity.

Same. She is universally flattering, hence her pronounced resurgence in cosmetics branding.

Get that shmoney, Kandi!

I caught her live last night too!! They also drank to glossy eyes at one point. She is a delight and her lil friend was CRUTE (the Black guy).

Me an’ you both.

It’s like Tim and Eric street theater. I....I’m enamored.

Happened in Sacramento in the 90s and now it’s been replaced with something even more useless and alienating its community members: a fucking tax-payer-funded-against-our-wishes sports arena for a team no one gives a fuck about.

Check out Shade Court on Fridays, friends.

It was pretty clear Kara was referencing throwing shade, not behaving nicely.