My boyfriend just looked over to this and said, “If that’s comedy, it’s hilarious.”

It feels like a cat scratch, just continuous. So, not like lazer-fire unbearable. Breathe a lot.

Oh, also:

I’ve been there, girl. I watched my mom die of lung cancer when I was 19, and cared for my grandmother recently as she slowly passed. Just keep breathing, keep crying when you can, laughing when you can. Try and sleep. Talk to him a lot. I’m thinking about y’all, it’s so hard those final days.

“He’s really strong, and he really wants to live.”

I don’t have kids and I would never ever try and tell a mother how to do her job but...this seems...like an obvious one to me.

Smitten Kitchen’s kale salad with cherries and goat cheese! Recipe below. And the mustard dressing is ambrosial.

I think I’m ‘bout as stoned as she is right now.

Hey!

Me too! Right up in there.

“I mean, maybe I’m a bad influence, but for me I was like, ‘No, I’m going to do this until I feel like I shouldn’t be doing this,’” he said on the Elvis Duran and the Morning Show, regarding his past bad behavior. “Maybe I was wrong, but that’s how I learn, and I feel like I’m much better for it. Would I do anything…

Concur! Jeez louise...

Stumbling around, so disoriented in your tiny cardigan.

Well, fuck shit piss.

Of course not!

OMG CASS! NO! Feel better, you sweet Canadian angel, you.

I would really love to see the AMA, ACOG, and the medical community at large be more vocal about how the war on women is affecting their work. Let’s hear from the white coats, you know?!

How bout the whole goddamn world? For the last fucking 2 millennia? You busted-ass hose beast. (That’s the worst insult I could come up with, I just did some yoga. Namaste, hose beast.)

Oh shit, Tom Riddle!! Thank you so much!