Does anybody put up pictures of them with their friends?! I always thought that was super weird, unless they’re like photo booth pictures

Thar is a terrific point. I mean, I don’t even think my ex realized that he was being sexually abusive because it’s just the way everyone was.

Idk, I’ve never had a hangover, so I wouldn’t know. The worst alcohol has ever done is make me throw up after spinning wildly in a spinny chair

If only. Alas, weed makes me fantasize about slitting my wrists in a bathtub

Yeah, it’s surprisingly common. I stayed with that horrible person for about a year because, like you said, he wasn’t hitting me. Never mind that he was destroying my sense of self worth and sexual agency. I still have a hard time classifying it as abuse too because he wasn’t hitting me

I’m not talking about people who just say they do it; I’m talking about the people who won’t just let me say, “no thanks, I don’t smoke.” It’s always a barrage of questions, followed by trying to convince me that I’d like it if I just kept trying. I tell them it’s bad for my mental health and they act like they know…

I agree. I don’t get the appeal at all. If I’m gonna change my mental state, I’d rather drink alcohol because it leads to that great warm, floating happy space. Weed just makes me paranoid and want to self harm. People should be able to do what they want, but weed evangelists are really annoying

You sort of touched on it, but the idea that abuse only means being hit is really, really damaging. One of my high school boyfriends was abusive, but I didn’t realize it until much later...because I was looking for signs of physical abuse. I think it is especially important to make sure that teenagers understand that…

I would absolutely do this because I would have no idea where to start otherwise. I had vague plans to adopt a cat, but then a cat ran into my house so I never had to actually go pick one.

I haven’t, because I do my hair a silvery periwinkle and I’d have to do a lot of custom mixing with Manic Panic

Pravana bleeds out of my hair like no one’s business. Splat is the worst about staining skin ever and their colors look NOTHING like they’re supposed to.

I definitely have a type of guy I find really attractive, but that doesn’t really translate to people I actually date. My “ideal” type and my “in practice” type are definitely different. The overlap is mostly: dark eyes, nice lips, pretty lean, and not very hairy.

New Mexico. I swear, everyone is short here. Like, to the point that I always wished I was shorter when I was growing up.

I’m 5’5 and taller than most of the women I see everyday. I don’t know what it is. When I lived in a big Midwestern city, I finally felt like I wasn’t a giant.

I know :/ if any of my people express interest in this godawful new movie, I’m strapping them down and forcing ‘03 Peter Pan on them

Yes! Everyone I know hates this movie, but it’s the only Peter Pan I’ll ever need. It’s dark, it’s beautiful, and it stays in the mind.

Whoa, that’s cool. I’ve always thought he seemed that way and it’s cool to have it confirmed

Ah, true enough. My view is also clouded by the fact that my great grandfather had TB and was unable to work regularly, so my grandma grew up exceptionally poor

It certainly makes sense. Clothing has a lot of expenses associated with its production, even if that’s largely a forgotten notion

That’s a fascinating link but it seems...rather luxurious, compared to what I’ve heard first hand. In the late 40’s-early 50’s, my grandmother had 2 dresses and 1 pair of shoes. She worked at a soda fountain as soon as she could because she wanted to buy a blouse and a pair of pants