I would definitely hesitate.

lol same here but mostly because I really don’t like my dad.

I was with a dude who liked to finish on my glasses.

edit for clarification: obviously while I was wearing them, not just like...swing over and jizz all over them on my nightstand.

Well, we are boasted as the mural capital of the world. They are EVERYWHERE. Seriously, every neighborhood has at least one, the tours are comprehensive, and surprisingly recent: since 1984. Incorporated to combat graffiti, it’s since taken off, covering virtually every neighborhood in the city.

Do you know what a comments section is?

Giving birth ripped me apart and destroyed my identity. I was 100% sure it was a mistake.nto have become a mother. I love that we can admit this now, that hormones are stronger than us and we might need time to adjust.

Are you going to leave the pic of her family and kid up down thread? This is some sick shit. Y’all are pretty demented to find rape, murder, and sex trafficking funny. The thing about Tarintino films are that they aren't real. You're playing a part of victimizing another woman for click bait.

God you people make me sick. I can’t imagine how hard it is for someone to move on after something like this. I can only hope you suffer something equally as degrading and traumatizing and it gets splashed all over the front page of this hypocritical piece of trash blog.

Making fun of sex workers seems chill.

I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.

“Sometimes having someone out of your life post-breakup feels simply too tragic to handle”

I pretend my exes are dead. It’s just easier that way.

I think it’s like when it’s too hot to have the covers on, but too cold to not, so you stick one leg out.

Ugh I have SO many issues with this 90s revival: mock turtlenecks make my (not-short) neck look nonexistent, ribbed shirts are clingy and unflattering, and flared pants require hemming on pretty much everyone... but what length? Heels-length? Flats-length? So stressful and I hate, hate, hate it!

This is how I feel about peep-toe booties.

This is insane, and it’s classist as fuck, and you obviously need to reevaluate the way you think about people and their rights. Like, seriously? Pay a fee? Only rich people should be allowed to procreate?!?!!?!? Pass a test? Only people of a certain type of intelligence should be allowed to procreate?!?!!? Or are you…

I’m with you. Fuck fall. I know what’s coming right after it, and I just want to die.

Ugh same. I am from California and I don’t understand how I’ve lived for more than a decade somewhere that is essentially uninhabitable by human life.

Some people are never happy. You don’t want us to torture wild animals. You don’t want us to torture animals born in captivity. It’s like you don’t want us to torture animals at all!

If you have super liberal anti-breeder friends who are so fucking stuck on their beliefs that they would give you grief because you decided you wanted to have a child then I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that these people are not worthy of you being their friend.