Scene: Me and my 4 year old son playing Star Wars yesterday. I was apparently Kylo Ren and he was “An Evil Jedi”

Postpartum psychosis is absolutely terrifying and this case is heartbreaking for absolutely everyone involved. Pregnancy/Birth/Breastfeeding under perfectly healthy, normal circumstances fucks with your hormones so much. It’s scary and tremendously strange. I can only imagine how incredibly surreal and terrible it…

I would only believe such a thing would ever happen in Russia or Florida. Because I’ve come to learn that no matter how outlandish a story you hear about Russia or Florida, it’s almost certainly true.

For real. I could walk for a bit but once things got real? Get me on my birthing ball, let me roll around a bit and leave me the fuck alone...

As a woman who has done a collective 27 hours of labor and delivery between two babies, I assure you, assholes who insist on continuing to shackle women giving birth, that the chains are not what’s keeping her from escaping you.

Oh look! Not one but two issues I am so, so, so fucking tired of reading about every fucking day, tearing up and saying “God fucking damnit” to my computer screen.

Consider my dreams haunted

You know this dude was like “I’m gonna say this and the feminazis are all going to agree and then I can take it back to my red pill board and show everyone how stupid and predictable they are what an alpha I am!”

Not to be THAT COMMENTER, but the Dosh Khaleen are the widows. The men gathered were the khals.

Ruby Rose seems like the kind of person who get into a lot of fights on Facebook.

DAMN! Amazing. Yeah, we got normal human-priced tickets, which is amazing and delightful.

I imagine Hamilton so much it feels more like a memory. I can’t wait to be in the room where it happens...

I seriously have no real idea. Trusted friend got one and gave it to me. I ask no questions for fear of breaking the spell.

I don't even acknowledge the new one...

Oh NO! I would have sobbed. I'm sorry!

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how LaComtesse finally scored a ticket for Novemeber*. Now, if you’ll excuse me...

I remember that!

WENNY!

Blah blah blah Holly/Kendra war of words: BRIDGET I MISS YOU! I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU SEEMED SO SWEET!

As soon as I found out I was having a girl, I started wearing a pink bow in my pubic hair.