Hail Kimye, full of grace.

YOU KNOW NOTHING, FLUTERDALE SNOW.

PASTRAMI IS AN ELITE MEAT. IT IS THE DELI MEAT OF KINGS.

wide, flowy shorts. 98% chance of awfulness.

"a mason jar filled with balled-up photos of other mason jars"

I'm dying here

I kind of love this.

I prefer the sequels. I Still, Still Know What You Did Two Summers Ago, and TBH I Don't Remember What You Did That Summer But I'ma Kill You Anyway.

You gotta pay attention to the signs people. This sort of thing has historical precedent. First it's a little ectoplasm on the collar. Next the eggs in your fridge spontaneously boil. Before you know it you get home one night and she's on the recliner with a host of disembodied spectral hands doing whatever they…

These are gorgeous, but so many light colors just scream "I don't have to take public transportation!". When I moved to New York I had just bought a cream colored pea coat...I'll let fellow commuters guess how long that looked presentable.

Please tell me they watched this 90's classic:

"I love my boobs. Other people suck."

Can we talk about how there's a huge drop off in pretty bras and a huge increase in trashy-looking bras once you reach a certain size? Seems like every time I see a cute bra they never make it above a C cup. But the ones that look like Little Bo Peep fucked a leopard are always available in my size.

That's your winner? Pffft...

About the response I'd expect from people who literally think the universe revolves around them.

"A woman saying yes to a date with a man is literally insane and ill-advised, and the whole species' existence counts on them doing it. I don't know how they...how do women still go out with guys, when you consider the fact that there is no greater threat to women than men? We're the number one threat to women.…

Step One in the abuser's playbook is to isolate the victim. (I almost said "his victim," but it's also VERY possible for a man to be the abused person in a dysfunctional relationship. See, once you've cut off someone, they have no support group. No peers. No one to run to.