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Is that all that different from the adult literary world. I feel like I keep seeing books pitched as “This year’s Gone Girl,” and have seen more dystopias since Station Eleven.

I got married a few years ago, but at the time pretty much all I saw were strapless dresses. That actually worked for me pretty well (I don’t have much up top) but I can imagine the options were very limited for anyone looking for a non-strapless dress. I think that’s changed a little over the last five years, since

So agreed. Nichols has done so much for diversity in STEM; so much love for her.

I loved the first two seasons, and have been so bored with the sixth. I’ll probably finish it out because of a weird sense of completion/guilt, but I’m not heartbroken about the cancellation.

I wish they’d given Brown more to do on that show. She’s hilarious, and the dramatic moments she had were fantastic.

I feel like gym classes are hit or miss. I loved a yoga instructor I had at the gym at my college (which was great because free classes with student ID) but when I graduated and had to find a regular gym, the yoga classes always felt kind of off.

As someone who did not grow up with a fitness-minded family and works out so I can run from zombies someday, any fitness thing that gets me moving is good. Even if it’s kind of goofy and uses weird terms. If I can accord to take the class and if it gives me somewhere to go and sweat every week, awesome. No judgment

The octopuses are biding their time.

Fuck you, universe. Fuck. You.

It’s not often talked about as one of the tear-jerker Pixar movies, but the mother-daughter stuff in Brave legit got me teary.

Well, now I want to stand in the shade and drink and talk about those fucking people and their ginger jokes.

You know, redheaded music like... And the great redheaded food like... And what about that redheaded historical event of...

I didn’t even know he was married! And apparently she’s a real estate broker, not someone in the Hollywood world.

That is the PERFECT metaphor for how this feels.

Jesse Williams, too hot and smart to even be my imaginary boyfriend. Out of my league forever.

This is so helpful; thank you!

“I don’t have specific worries, I just worry about everything. Sometimes one thing moves to the front of the line and looms larger. It’s more like I am tense all the time.”

Thank you! All of that is so helpful, and I’ll definitely check out your SNS post from last week as well. :)

Has anyone been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder? Someone mentioned it recently and (even though I shouldn’t online diagnose myself) it sounded pretty close to how I feel. I don’t get panic attacks (except for last year when I was in a job I hated and felt trapped all the time), but most nights I wake up in

So much love and peace to you and Jazzy.