I recently found out that I do a lot better at the gym when I'm listening to empowering female pop singers. So end result, my "Spotify year in review" last year was full of Beyonce, Rihanna, and Katy Perry.
I think you mean "it could be BETTER."
They collaborated on the Mockingjay soundtrack!
This year, please send me a calendar with attractive firemen holding puppies in casual settings.
some of the most beautiful people I know are the most insecure. its fucking weird, but true.
LOL this guy wants us to believe he had no idea he is ridiculously good looking?
I'm not, thankfully! Getting a kidney stone a month after your twentieth birthday isn't ideal but hey, hopefully it won't happen again! And that's exactly how I dealt with it - good riddance!
My ex did this to me too! After I had a kidney stone that got stuck and then complications from the ensuing surgery, he dumped me two days before Christmas. What's up with that? I'm so sorry he did that to you.
That said, don't fuck in a fucking cab, you filthy animal. No one comes to your workplace and fucks on your desk while you're trying to work.
Do you understand corsets?
I knew it. See, ladies! You don't have to be photoshopped to have a disproportionately sized waist! You can just wear a corset at all times and only eat soup. Sounds grand.
Buh damn this is not on fleek. She's so thirsty and groupsie daisy like in a full on hard-in whisperdick kind of way.
That is a broke-down wig.
By the photograph, I think this is intended to be salacious rather than informative. The "available from your doctor" was a pretense to get around pornography laws.
You hate us for our freedom. Or something. /s
When my husband's first wife was diagnosed with advanced cancer, he was pulled aside and counseled about when would be best to divorce her. Not "are you planning on it," but "how can we provide support for the inevitable split."
As a wife who has been sick for several years and endured the strain my health added to our marriage, I don't think it's about commitment. In my situation, I was the pusher/coordinator/planner person, while my husband was the low-key calm-in-an-emergency guy, who went with the flow. Once I got sick, we both had to…
This makes me immensely sad. When I was 10, in 1987, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 non-Hodgkins lymphoma, and my dad shut down. He is an amazing guy, but so weird with emotional stuff. He focused on work (commuting every day from our home in North Jersey to Philadelphia. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, and he…