Doing a rec-slusive post as I still sit in horror and realize that one of the people I have loved most in this world will never pee again, every single time I pee. I don’t know why that’s the thing that snags me throughout the day. But it is.
To listen:
Thank you to
for once again letting me talk about how Justin Theroux in Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle kickstarted my puberty.I am gobsmacked that Anita Sarkeesian, founder of Feminist Frequency, knows I exist. I am as geeked as I would have been in my Tumblr days. I discussed The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, and talked about why it’s such a big deal that you see Dolly Parton’s arms.
To read:
I eulogized. Over and over again. Only fitting for the yapper I once had a 15-hour-straight conversation with. I am grateful for your condolences because it sucks. I am grateful for the people who heard the anger and the exhale.
He (this essay, my openness) got me in trouble one last time, with someone I care about and want to do right by, doused me in self-inflicted shame honestly, and so this is the last time a mention is made.
He did always bring out the worst in me.
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This is literally just Simone:
This is literally just Lugosi:
The sweetest little boy I have ever met.
Actually my babies:
Various and sundry:
I always say if I won the lottery, I’m getting myself a Pomeranian farm. Not to like…eat them, only to harvest kisses.
Me tapping the fuck out of this week:
Love you bitches,
TG
Oh… that Mashable article. I am also tagged in this photo