I love these.
I love these.
Each heart is pounding, dizzy with nerves. Then, elation. The young women are joyously, openly weeping. They're…
Clearly, the Dread Pirate Crunch is taking no prisoners.
This is a good bear who really knows what to do with his items.
It is indeed fucking ugly. And in the meantime, LLAMAS motherfuckers. LLAMAS.
DON'T HATE THE PLAYER, HATE THE #CONTENT GAME.
It's clearly a lousy picture of a blue and black dress with a nasty looking reflective sheen.
I've found that the problem isn't in dealing with one's partner; it's integrating into one another's families that's the hard part.
We judge each other a lot by our homes and judge each other's class position by our homes; homes are a symbol of our class..
It's going to be such a disaster
I was imagining her as an evil megalomaniac. It's my own EL James fanfiction.
I eagerly await the day we can advance the "days without a Fifty Shades post on Jezebel" counter past zero.
post run: "BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK..."
MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM
Aww, he's so happy at the end. I'm tearing up. :')
"Don't hug me, Mommy, I must bark!" "WOOF!"