Rotten fruit on every tree they say.

I did one of those services that tracks down ancestors for you and it turned out I’m relayed to John Wilkes Booth. Not even very far removed, like his brother is my great great great grandfather or something.

To me, she will always be Margot, the Griswold’s bitch neighbor.

Maybe not, but we’ve still gotta try. I’d spend $215 or a million on whatever gadget will help me sleep through the night without worrying about him all night, if for nothing else than the fact that I’ll be less likely to do something stupid that will accidentally endanger my baby because I was up all night panicking.

Omg these people need to calm down. The tallest girl is resting on the shortest girl. At worst it’s maybe.. what... sizeist?

K hear me out here, I’m not a Travolta apologist by any means but maybe John Travolta just loves his wife and doesn’t want to have to deal with the b.s. of having female masseuses as a male celebrity..? I’m monogamous AF and I get uncomfortable when other men get too close.