“I really searched my soul. My soul replied, ‘Fuck it. Make money, bitch!"
“I really searched my soul. My soul replied, ‘Fuck it. Make money, bitch!"
I would give this comment all the stars in the sky if I could.
I’d still totally read her newsletter.
Shut. Up. Really?
Considering the preview show Umber banners in the clip where Ramsay is told he has a present, things don’t bode well for bb Stark.
God, this is so mesmerizing.
90 minutes of me freezing, because I wanted a window seat at a grilled cheese house in MKE during a freak cold snap. Him mistaking it for uncomfortable displeasure, him overcompensating by telling bad jokes and having an awful laugh that did make me genuinely second guess myself for a hot minute.
Hold up. Did you grow up in or around Clintonville, WI? My older brother may have been this little bastard.
Will even offer a cot and snacks from the daycare where I have fieldwork. They will understand.
Her?
I have a copy of “Purple Rain” on VHS, some candles, some chalk, and a shaky but solid grasp on how to draw a pentagram.
Sidebar: I am kind of digging Courtney’s new style of dress.
The comments section is more condescending than I could possibly imagine. I didn’t realize they had internet inside a Nick Hornby novel.
Love her. Of all the 50 Shade Take downs, that was the best.
It may even tie in with your cannibal dream a bit.
And also spill after you find out. I... I mean, certain people like stories like that. Not me. Gossip blossip.
Eric Brady 4ever
Run.
<3
Savage af you guyse.