I'm not going to lie and say size doesn't matter, but "monster-like" is not a good selling point for me.
I'm not going to lie and say size doesn't matter, but "monster-like" is not a good selling point for me.
Bahahaha that is fucking ridiculous and sad, but also a little frightening. That seems only a few stops away from banning women from the public eye. Everyone knows youre naked underneath those clothes, slattern!
Yeah, I was raised Catholic and my mom breastfed us all until age two or until we refused to latch. If anything, a mother sacrificing her body to care for her baby gets all the Catholicism points.
Identical twins mildly—mildly—creep me out a tiny bit, no matter what. It just naturally trips me out of there to be two people who look exactly alike. I know that is my personal issue, and I don't hold it against people.
You can see her knee-face through the fabric! That should've been the singular red flag that it's too tight, Kim.
This will only add sodium (and fat, and calories) but celery stuffed with shredded cheddar is salty and amazing and not too terribly unhealthy.
Incorporating the real world is one of the million awful things about sleep paralysis. Every time I've had it, my eyes have been open—I think--so I see all the normal shapes and shadows of the bedroom I'm in but often with something else there.
Interesting. My mother told me she once used lucid dreaming to finally end a recurring nightmare, and that sounds like the strategy she used! She kept dreaming she was trapped in a basement and being chased, so before bed she would tell herself that if she was in a basement, she would go up the stairs and wake up…
Yep, if you're in the mood for the hillbilly special it seems safer to stick with raccoon.
Old JRTs are grey, bearded and crotchety as fuck. Way different than young ones for sure!
It's easy to forget that acting well is a serious skill.
The skeleton was so painfully tiny. The father repeating "I don't understand" in such an overwhelmed, miserable voice was heartbreaking.
I have a historical toilet story! Apparently during the Colonial Era in the US, wealthy people would have toilets made of a chamber pot affixed to a nice chair with a hole cut into the bottom. Like adult potty chairs but made out of fine materials.
Great! I may have to reconsider by Steinbeck stance, especially since I'm in the mood for some nonfiction. It's hard to trust after that baby killing...
My friend allowed us to pick out our own dressed based on her wedding colors, which included cream. Several of us picked white-ish dresses and she approved.
Is there a single John Steinbeck tale that doesn't feature something innocent and/or helpless dying? I had to endure him shooting Lennie, shooting the baby in The Pearl, torturing everyone in the Grapes of Wrath (with bonus stillborn baby) and now I hear about this poor pony.
I feel genuinely confused right now. I really don't see how she looks different than lost other pageant competitors. Fit but not too skinny has been "the look" for the past couple of years. I guess she has a slightly thicker waist but it's not like that's due to carrying any extra weight. She looks great and…
My mother always had the same approach with clothing. She was very strict and anxious about many things, weirdly, but always said "you're only young once" about anything I wore. If anything I think it helped prevent some other, weirder teenage acting out.
I think if it was shimmery or sparkled like the dress, it would be better, but damn. Damn.