Revolutions aren’t generally polite.

“Either people think they can’t comment or everyone expects women to get naked. Either way, it’s double standards.”

Mr Acosta’s response sounds like a Southern Woman’s Bless your heart response. 

I’m just so disappointed that this article didn’t begin “Avril Lavigne isn’t dead--she’s born again.” It was RIGHT THERE! 

I have no idea if he’s a good Catholic male, but he’s a shitty pharmacist and should be fired.

If you literally CAN’T do your job then you’re in the wrong profession, my dude.

Smart little boy. Fuck the cult of forgiveness. He doesn’t have to forgive the bitch who tried to Emmett Till him.

That is gorgeous, I’m sure she does! I dream of my old horses who are dead and gone occasionally too, and I’ve grown to love it, even it does break my heart again for the whole next day! It means I get to have another day, another ride on them, and the dreams are amazing, they’re so so perfect, down to how Lady…

Ever since I first saw news of this all I can think it “please don’t let this be a publicity stunt, please don’t let this be a publicity stunt, please don’t let this be a publicity stunt...”

With red hair. They have to have the red hair. 

This baby is seventh in succession for the throne. Everyone else needs to abdicate immediately. England needs a biracial commoner on the throne. It’s time.

Doy, she's not the Duchess of Susabstinence.

I was okay until the little girls came out. Then I lost it. Us grown up ladies are battle-hardened already by all this shit, but it kills me to think of the next generation of girls having to live through more of the same.

I always knew things were different (and much worse for women) growing up,but I really learned first hand at 19 years old working at a bar in college when I realized we had to walk our female co workers to their cars every single night after work just to make sure no creepy guys or a pissed off ex or current boyfriend…

No, not in Peabody. It’s not exactly a charming area.

But how much does it cost and how can we prove it was Proctor’s house? Maybe we can set it on fire and if it doesn’t burn, it’s not his house, but if it burns to the ground, then it was.

When I was 20, we were traveling working renn faires, me, my future husband, and my bff. My bff and I each had a black cat. Very different cats, but both were about the same size. We think there was 3-4 months age difference. Going through New Mexico to Arizona, we had a bad car wreck. no drivable cars and the cats…

Oooh. Have you ever read the Children of Green Knowe? Great children’s book with a demon tree (really a demon topiary, but the phrase “demon tree” comes up).

Last summer I was at my sister’s house discussing her cat Abby who was very sick and seemed to be on death’s doorstep. As we were talking I saw her other cat, Indy, run behind Abby and round the corner to the pantry. I thought to myself “Wow I haven’t seen Indy in forever!” and I rushed forward to pet her but she…

It’s the most wonderful time of the yeeeeeeaaaaarrrrr.... (by which I mean the time I read these until I am too terrified to cross my living room to the bathroom)