My love is a hundred pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this desire in the dark.
So does The Hairpin just post half-assed essays written by friends of the editors now?
100% She posts a pie chart about pregnancy on Hairpin?
oh god i am so excited for people to read this and also filled with shame (hi guys! miss you!)
@cee i will pretend this is an epistemological experiment like that borges story where the author rewrites don quixote from scratch
except it's a blog
and about robyn
Hallo? HALLO? Great minds...
Good thing astrology is complete fucking bullshit.
@Emby I mean imagine a world with no driver's licenses, no age restrictions on driving, no centralized list or registry of who owned which car or was authorized to drive it, no car insurance, no safety features on cars, and special legal protections for carmakers for when their design choices led to deaths. Also the government would be banned from collecting statistics on car deaths.
Obviously that would be insane. But a lot of people think that's a just fine way to regulate guns.
By cuminafterall on "Maybe I needed to prove that I'm wife material. If he wanted 300 sandwiches, I’d give him 300 sandwiches"
@cuminafterall "Open-faced sandwich-- ...see also: pizza"
This is WRONG. It's like words have no meaning.
@fabel I think the availability of enough space so that you aren't subjecting other people to your sex sounds is part of it. Music was half mood, half cover in my younger days.
@Lily Rowan Or the song that makes you Do It standing up with clothes still on.