hello yes is this the broadway where are the auditions for people who cannot sing dance or act
I like my women how I like my men.
That’s the joke.
I am bisexual.
You know when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore. It’s - it’s actually kind of peaceful.
Some scribbles of The Piemaker because I’ve been marathoning Pushing Daisies again
feminism never made me hate men but the reaction to feminism sure as shit did
“But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding onto something.”
“What are we holding onto, Sam?”
"fats girls cant-"
shh.. fat girls can and they will
Margaery looked very like her brother, the Knight of Flowers. The queen wondered if they had other things in common. Our little rose has a good many ladies waiting attendance on her, night and day.