ontheinterneteveryoneisbetterthanyou
OnTheInternetEveryoneIsBetterThanYou
ontheinterneteveryoneisbetterthanyou

Team No One.

How are the kitchens? That’s all I need to know.

I WENT OUT BEFORE I READ THIS ARTICLE JUST YESTERDAY. Dropped $40. BUT I GOT SOME PRETTY NEW BUDDIES! I’m also trying to save a succulent that just died, i think I’m going to try to get roots to grow on some leaf clippings. We will see if this works, I’m worried I’m getting conflicting information.

For easy starter plants, I recommend dracaena janet craig, a jade plant, and an ivy plant in a hanging pot. Your lucky bamboo is a type of dracaena and it will probably last, but eventually it will start to look nothing like bamboo.

I also have a house full of plants. We never had real ones growing up and when I lived in my apartment I treated them like my babies. I now have at least 10 and love each one.

Over the past 2 months my apartment has gone from no plants to hosting a 7ft rubber tree, a ZZ plant, a small money tree, a slowly dying bonsai tree, four 7ft cedars and a green vine I stole from my office and named Glen (-,-)... it’s an issue.

Millenials are achieving ‘girls bathroom’ levels of mystery and intrigue.

The directors comment was hysterical. The fact that people didn’t realize he was trolling is absurd.

I dislike Taylor Swift but the Bey v Tay thing is just so fucking silly.

Agree with everything you said! Can’t deal with the bey v tay crap. Chill - people can like more than one thing at a time and for different reasons! Pretty sure pop stars have been wearing black crop tops since forever. The directors comment was obviously tongue and cheek. And, overall, it doesn’t matter!

I slip into my feminine and empower Evan to be in his masculine.

Perhaps:

Yeah, let’s be honest, she’s at minimum Third Daughter.

The only secret couple I want to see finally go public is Jon Lovett and Ronan Farrow.

Such a devastatingly concise way to describe it.

It was like watching the world’s most expensive high school play.

PURRLOT.

Don’t let those furry bastards fool you, Amanda. They come in, all cute and fluffy, but they don’t effing leave. A year later they’ve chewed every cable you own, broken all your flower pots, permanently scarred your flesh, and terrorized your previous pets into alcoholism.