I’ve always admired Frida Kahlo’s work, and the physical pain and injuries she endured, but I gained a new level of sympathy for her after seeing the DIA’s exhibit of work by Kahlo and Rivera. I had just moved to Detroit that year, I could understand how harrowing it would be to be torn away from friends, family, all…
Dear god, it’s as if it is trying to trick the woman into walking away with it!
WTF x 100000000
I grab my own breasts when walking around the house. They’re soft. I feel you orangutang.
Orangutan’s are freaking terrifying.
this is fucking nightmare fodder. I HATE monkeys. They creep me the frick out.
Except the tiny cute ones. And gorillas. But Orangutans and Baboons and other monkeys are terrifying.
Pro-tip: never accept a hug from anything that can pull your arm off and beat you to death with it.
GO ON
That’s no gouda!
Also ignore the people with 200 + reviews since it indicates being in love with the idea of critique as a means of ego satisfaction
He’s also a delight on the new Match Game.
Putting things on bread and eating it has been happening since there has been any form of bread.
I’m sorry you’re broken. :(
Well I will now be telling my husband “Fuck me now and thoroughly you glorious heterosexual tiger!”
You may join me for breakfast if you like.
But I do need some avocado toast. Right fucking now. And I don’t have any avocados or bread... let alone a baguette... Avocado on a toasted baguette sounds amazing.
I almost spit my lunch all over my keyboard.
Elle Woods knows nothing.
