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Riley you’re super cute and all, but Chiya Mayo is the cutest daughter of an athlete of all time…of all time. She’s why I was happy that the Patriots and Jerod Mayo were able to get a restructure done.

that kid has incredible genes. here’s steph’s parents

Is it like, painful to look at darkskin women or something? Ughhh

I wish it wasn’t so unprofessional to have this as my ringtone....because it’s kind of the best. Bey has provided my ringtone for the past two years because I aspire to be fierce and confident (last year was “Grown Woman” and the year before it was “Diva”).

And I don’t understand why people continue to use this as a smoke screen, as though Ramsay and Sansa’s marriage was 1) inevitable within this particular plot and 2) the only way we could have possibly taken Sansa’s plot. I’m not mad that Ramsay acted like himself once he married Sansa. I’m angry that in all the

I think I’d rather watch the Red Wedding, Oberyn’s death and Ned Stark’s beheading all together in a row multiple times than watch last night’s last scene ever again in life. I sat there and I was just praying...PRAYING for something to save her. Maybe Littlefinger would suddenly discover teleportation! Maybe Stannis

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Personally I am exited for Eurovision for the first time in a decade because it’s the first time in a long time my country has an exciting contestant.

Oh man, I’ve never realised how similar Cara Delevingne and Keri Russell look. They could be bloody sisters, eh? They’ve both got death stares that could annihilate millions. I’m legitimately terrified that they might form an alliance to extinguish every last one of us.

Why can’t it just be about loooove, mannnnn??

I got one about the time my uncle was a dick to a celebrity! My uncle was doing computer shit in Olivier Sarkozy’s office. He noticed a picture in Sarkozy’s office and told him his daughter looked like one of the Olsen twins.

Wynonna Judd nearly murdered me one time. (My friends assure me that at least one of them will tell this story at my funeral.)

I have two: One happened to me and was horrifying, one happened to a friend and is hilarious.

I used to work for the tabloids, so it’s not a question of if I have a story, but which one I tell the Jezzies.
There was the time Dave Navaro refused to be interviewed unless I gave him a blow-job. He had just married Carmen Electra.
There was the time on a red carpet that a very drunk Gary Busey asked me how, a

I have a TON of these, being a NYer who grew up around a lot of folks who were in the business, but I’m not going to tell any of those here. Instead, I’m going to tell the one I always tell to END the “brushes with celebrities” pissing matches:

Ahahaha making a throw away account because my friends definitely know this story. When I was a senior in high school, I was really into the poet Adrienne Rich. Which kind of tells you all you need to know about the type of person I was at that point in my life. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adrienne_… for the

November 4, 1996 (I think. - might have been 1994)