^ This!!!!

Love your dress! These pictures exude joy.

My officiant was Wiccan , and after the divorce had been final a while she found a copy of the marriage license. She burned it for an Equinox offering. We both felt better.

I’m inspired by your centaur portrait.

I’m no longer married, but this is one of the only pictures of me from my wedding. I was 300 pounds at the time and didn’t want to be in any pictures. My mom got pissed at the photographer because most of the pictures were if my ex’s family but it was my fault. I purposefully made a schedule that didn’t leave much…

I needed this so many times this week

Wut.

Well played.

No, she was pissed she couldn’t go to homecoming and she pulled an adolescent showing of her ass; almost literally. And I was a 28 at the time so there’s was a slight showing up tinge to it. It's not something to obsess over on the day, I think it shows thoughtlessness and a failure to stop and think for a second. I…

My uncle I didn’t want to invite made his kids I didn’t want to invite skip their homecoming dance to come to my wedding. My cousin showed up in a white strapless minidress that barely covered her cookies. The worst part is she asked her older (half)sister I’m close with if she thought it was ok, and OF COURSE her…

Her pale ass legs make me feel ok about wearing a short skirt with my pale ass legs.

Oh, I do that too. Or I put it on a fried green tomato sammich. When I went back up north to visit friends, I took Duke’s mayonnaise in my suitcase so I could make pimento cheese for everyone and leave them some.

That’s what’s lame about it. They don’t have to say anything bad, they can just not say anything. Who gives a fuck if she took a family picture or thinks Earl Grey is gauche because bergamot is so last monarch?

I know Lily is the label Jez loves to hate, but how the hell do you hate on this, which is pretty much exactly the mentality I’d expect in any fashion house office but jerk-off Anna Wintour every time she does something slightly relatable, like she doesn’t have a hand in perpetuating these attitudes?

I’m making pimento cheese tonight when I get home. I’ve been putting it off, but that’s the best grilled cheese in the world.

As someone who has never molested, nor even had the idea to molest children, I feel quite comfortable picking up the biggest fucking Pedo boulder and chucking it at their crystal cathedral of nonsense.

I feel this is an appropriate time to remind people that mixing genetic material with another person shouldn’t be considered or undertaken casually. I am not equating sex with this because you can do that without creating a person, but from an outsider perspective, it seems like a not insignificant people decide they…

That breaks my heart because I know how it feels. I won’t offer proverbs and platitudes because those usually sound patronizing from a stranger. But here’s a poem I read over and over when I needed something to light the tunnel. I wish nothing but peace and happiness for you.

I don’t even know what to say about that. It’s so utterly awful and shitty and absolutely inexcusable and cruel.

I think it makes a lovely non sequitur with which to end a conversation and walk away.