nor allow my children to go to college in a red state

I remember watching an Animal Planet special about vampire bats around 10 years ago. Afterwards, I was terrified of a vampire bat flying into my room and sucking my blood. This went on and off until, like, a year later. I also recall another special about hippos that made me afraid of being killed by a hippo. I…

*crying*

A good many of this country’s citizens may end up as alcoholics within 6 months.

As a frequent commenter on said sister site, I am 90% those people are trolls. There’s a lot of them, and some slio through the cracks.

This reminds me of the time some old guy working the counter at a corner store called me beautiful and told me I should smile. My mom had died two days before. I was 15.

I’m so glad I’ll only be eligible for the Hunger Games for the next two summers. It’ll probably take him some time to build the Capitol, kill all dissenters, and recruit Gamemakers, so maybe we won’t have one until 2018. That way I only have to survive one reaping.

God fucking damn it. I’m going to be 25 before this nightmare is over. There’s no way I can get an IUD in the next year because, well, all the reasons. And birth control benefits are going to disappear after that.

The same thing happened to my mother. With the healthcare system the way it was, our insurance could have denied her coverage based on her preexisting condition and we would have never been able to pay for her brain surgery.

The amount of people who don’t know that the ACA = Obamacare is staggering. Like... that’s pretty fucking basic.

Is this shit real?

That is a phenomenon I do not get. You’re showing off your goods to the world on the day you’re promising to be committed to one man for the rest of your life. If there ever was a day to keep one’s dress classy and conservative, I feel like one’s wedding day would be it.

I’m sorry, was Hillary Clinton endorsed by a hate group that thinks the race to which you belong needs to be annihilated or kept in subservience?

I just hope it doesn’t come to that for any of us. I’m not as scared as my grandparents or great-grandparents or great-great-grandparents were, but dammit, people of those generations gave their blood, sweat and tears so we would not have to live with that fear, and here wevare in the remnants of it. What will we have…

The circus is real, my friend. In the immortal words of me at 3:03 A.M. on November 9, 2016, “We’re fucking doomed.”

That first one though... what the actual fuck? I watch Say Yes To The Dress sometimes, and it always floors me that these women are spending ten times what my parents spent on their entire wedding on a dress that looks like a 9-year-old girl’s fantasy or something a fake classy hooker would wear.

I’m a clueless kid. Was that a weed reference?

I’M not completing my homework so I can watch this and I’m not the First Daughter what in the hell

Personally, I would’ve hoped he’d be let loose in gen pop and beaten and tortured daily by his black cellmates until he dies of severe internal bleeding.

Thank you for this. It’s as if there’s a cutoff age for missing child cases to be taken seriously. 11 year old doesn’t come home from school? Victim of child predator; find her by any means necessary. 14 year old doesn’t come from school? Teen runaway; she’ll turn up. Sick pedo kidnappers do not care if a girl has…