hayden planettiere-ium

i want a planetarium to screen nashville and call it the hayden planetarium

i went last weekend and stared open-mouthed at everything in the planetarium for 2 hours straight

I’m telling you Jia, there is nothing like getting baked and doing art projects, coloring and making things out of clay are my favorite.

Bradford called Fogle’s pedophilia “mild pedophilia.”

I start every sentence with “You know me, I'm emotionally unstable and cry at everything”

My mom tried to abort me by picking up the washing machine and throwing herself down the stairs. She was unsuccessful (obviously, I am not a ghost writer). She went on to marry my abusice father and become an alcoholic... She could have been so much more

And what else? Will women need to show a negative pregnancy test to buy alcohol or over the counter meds? Or leave the state/ country? Or do any of the hundred other things that might cause harm to a (potential) fetus?

Yes, that is certainly a fucked up story point, though it can kinda be explained away by the fact that it was the fifties, and “You know you want it,” was seen as an appropriate argument. So, like... self victim-blaming could lead her to think “You know what, he’s an asshole who didn’t know better, so he can still…

Tangent- can we talk about how no one addresses the fact that BIFF TRIED TO RAPE HER? Everyone is just like ‘oh Biff!’ And completely moved on. They even keep him around for the next 30 years! It’s the main reason I cannot stand that movie.

I know this is a silly extreme to take the issue to, but I have also often found myself wondering about the complete selfishness of Marty McFly. Really dude? You existing is so important that you need to make sure your mom ends up with your creepy, perverted loser of a dad? I’ve never liked him as a hero. Maybe just…

Am I really the only one who found this passage utterly pretentious? It read to me like a textbook example of the haughty way a narcissist will speak and carry themselves. I guess it still could be poetry though. I’m not into poetry so I’ll take your word.

I’m guessing needles because I’m sure when he has been royally fucked up, he hasn’t been all, “Jeeves! Fetch me a fresh needle!”

“In and around this perplexing time, I dazedly chose or hired the companionship of unsavory and insipid types. Regardless of their saltless reputations, I always led with condoms and honesty when it came to my condition. Sadly my truth soon became their treason, as a deluge of blackmail and extortion took center stage…

Ok, so I have to say the drama about the shortage is very real. My husband spent 2 hours on Saturday going to three Walmarts in Northwest Indiana trying to find one of those damn things. I finally convinced him to call off the search when I realized that I had Miss Patti’s recipe for Sweet Potato Pie all along because…

That is both fair and kind. Thank you.

Oh don’t regret it. If we aren’t snarky, the darkness wins.

You guys are making me feel so much better! I'm down for a meetup!

I’m in Maryland! Let’s be friends :)

*Hugs* I moved 600+ miles away from where I’ve spent the entirety of my 30 years. We live in the middle of nowhere. I know nobody. Moving is hard.