I read this post on STFU parents that was like a screen shot from some mommy blog and a woman was discussing whether or not she should name her second daughter “legna” pronounced likE “lay-na” because it’s angel backward and her first daughter was named neveah

HAHA! A good blog for stuff like that is STFU parents. It's super funny and makes fun of all that sort of thing!

I can’t count how many people I’ve met that would say, “I’m naming/named my daughter Nevaeh because it’s heaven backwards!!!1!1!”

Jesus. And people complain about “black names.”

Ooh, Nayvie is the perfect name for Saylor’s future little sister.

I have the hardest time picturing Holmes and Fox together, because in my mind she’s still Joey, and he’s... every weird, lip puckering character he’s ever played on Mad Tv.

White people.

“Saylor James Cutler”

I remember the good old days, back when I was twentyteen and then twenty-twoteen. Sometimes I miss those carefree teenage years. :)

My best friend died very unexpectedly, in late September. I’ve never lost someone so close to me, and we’re young (only 30) so she hadn’t left any specific instructions about what she wanted. She was buried in a beautiful spot in the mountains near where she grew up, and while part of me loves knowing that there is a…

Oh thanks! It was like 4 years ago. I'm just whining. Because I want money.

OH MY GOD what the fuck is going on in this comments section? I had to scroll up to make sure this wasn’t gawker proper

I think he should get all that money because it’s the only way to force the city/school system to make some changes (unfortunately), but in a fit of jealousy, I just want to say that a well hated celebrity ran me over with their car and after repaying medical bills, I only walked at with 15 thousand dollars...

Good.

That’s truly the best, most selfless way along with organ donation. His body helped science, which in turn, helped others. I’m so sorry for your loss. Your Dad must have been a great guy.

I found this on tumblr, but like yeah, same.

You know, you said Night on Bald Mountain but in my head Ride of the Valkyries started playing. Acceptable alternative?

This is what my dad wanted, honestly. I was prepared to break a few laws to at least set a boat with his ashes in it on fire, but then he donated his body to UCLA Medical instead.

this is beautiful

I would like, halfway through the viewing, to be hauled up out of my coffin on wires and made to fly around the room like a menacing puppet whilst Mussorgsky’s Night on Bald Mountain plays. I don’t really care what happens after that. Like, just put me in the trash or something.