VAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINA...and so on and so for—nope, not done—VAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINAVAGINA!!!!!

Interesting article that allows me to bring up the following points:

I believe in whatever you believe in, Yoko. You are my patronus.

I want to make out with German Seth Rogen.

It’s weird that Bey’s Lemonade is making so many people thirsty...Iggy...Rachel...

I relate so mega hard to this article I just used the word “mega.”

The postpartum body is a horrifying place filled with blood clots, ripped hoo-haws, hemrrhoids, and floppy stomach skin.

Been there and done that! So grossly satisfying.

After I gave birth to my second kid, I was wandering around the house when I felt something drop into the giant granny panties I was wearing. I went into the bathroom to investigate and found a blood clot the size of a softball.

If this out-of-nowhere Carol storyline isn’t some sneaky plan of hers to take down the Saviors I’m throwing my Zinfandel at the tv.

One of the aspects of the show that I dig the most is watching a wide variety of female characters find a wide variety of ways to survive in a brutal world.

If there’s anything television has taught me it’s that schlubby men have inexplicably hot wives.

Commenting for no other reason than to admit I made out with one of the cast members of this show a hundred years ago when I was sad and he made me laugh.

I really loved reading this. I loved how it floated the questions without necessarily seeking answers.

I like you. You're my people.

Let it be known that I am madly in love with with Steve Martin.

*pounds fist on giant oak table* This is NONSENSE. The point of eating this perfect package of deliciousness is to taste chocolate and peanut butter together.

WINNER! Haha!

Why do I suddenly want to rename my vagina after actors who have played werewolves?

Shhhh...you’re interrupting my fantasy about giving Leo the middle finger with one hand while grabbing Ryan Reynold’s ass with the other...