I know this is going to sound corny as hell (and sadly also be wrong, probably), but what I love about that clip is it’s a mixed gender, mixed race, mixed orientation group of kids just kicking it for fun without giving each other any grief for who they are. Makes me feel hopeful about the future.

I just got to open my new box of condoms I feel like I’m involved now.

The whistling makes me hate my ears.

Um ok like literally just get rid of #BlameOneNotAll and replace it with #WellIShouldFuckingHopeNot and we’re good

She is a horrible person. You know you are an asshole when the second you get off stage your entire touring staff scatters and hides so avoid your wrath. She paced around our office in pajamas freaking out and screaming and having a tantrum about a broken microphone that wasn’t even ours. She brought her own. Along…

I read #5 as “Is casually good at naps” and was like ‘yeah, I’m into that’.

Notices when you vomit loudly out the car window.

45. Writes self serving humblebrag posts on Jezebel and shows wife all the stars he got because he’s an awesome feminist.

“Pets a kitten”, “Hugs a baby”, and “Kills a bug” are just listed too closely for those of us without focus.

Breathes and blinks without even trying hard.

I am reading this reply after returning from the store with a Sprite in hand! Thank you, kind internet psychic.

Being assaulted isn’t something that you did, so it wasn’t stupid of you. It was something that was done to you. What you’re describing is clear predatory behavior, it’s the fault of the perpetrators, and you should feel proud of yourself for asserting yourself and escaping when you did.

What’s the best thing about Switzerland?

god fuck I WANT A WHOLE FEATURE LENGTH DOCUMENTARY SERIES OF JUST THIS.

I’m pretty much crying. That tiny restraining order. That tiny cap in its ass.

For what it’s worth, shame breeds in secrecy, so you might find having shared your story actually helps you. I always find acknowledging the thoughts, feelings I’m having does tend to take some of the intensity out of them. But as someone with social anxiety, I totally get how hard it is to get out there and then have…

One time, when I was in high school, we went to try on prom dresses at the mall. I tried on this Ugly green one just because it was so ugly....and when I put it on, I got stuck in it. Straight up my Boobs would not come out after I had stuffed them in there. I called one of my friends in the dressing room and she…

It sounds like, to me, that these people deliberately pushed drinks on you to make you more suggestible and less able to take care of yourself. And maybe it was kind of a pain for the bartender to help you, but some amount of dealing with incapacitated drunk people just comes with the job, so I doubt helping you was…

I was picturing more of a horror movie kind of thing where the guy looks down and his hands had turned into pigs feet and suddenly he’s yelling and crying and Method Man is still yelling about pork-ass-hands and slashing at him with a butter knife.

It was his manager’s wife, I think, not his wife.

My child—age 18 months-ish—accosted Justin Hartley (Green Arrow/Oliver Queen from Smallville at that time of this story) in the host hotel lobby at SDCC. He was awesome.