"Ahh, you got it all wrong, Homer, it's not like that!"

Mystery Gift, free with $200 purchase. Ylang 23 carries really fancy jewelry. I got a tiny ruby ring from them once and they included a handwritten thank you note in the box.

Early open thread today, and stop by for Bargain Bin at 1pm!

Hello, friendlets! Last year we shared the Words of Hope project with yourselves, which sends holiday cards to survivors of prison rape as part of Just Detention International.

"For so many survivors, this simple gesture, even from a stranger, is a profound reminder that they are not alone or forgotten."

Sansa is very stretchy.

I asked my mother how she put those ignorant bigots in their place. Did she educate them about what Islam really teaches?

I never thought I would find another site that speaks to my soul as deeply as the Old Loves Tumblr, but now I've discovered Actual Teen Vs. Adult Teen, and I invite you to spend the rest of our lives there.

“See you at the Elf School! And if not, see you in heaven!”

Matthew Houlbrook's 2005 book Queer London opens with a romantic letter from one man to another. It's a good introduction, it's a very helpful description of queer 1930s culture, but what struck me, more than the story, was the citation.

I’m ‘a get a scholarship to puppy obedience classes
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of fur but no polish
I gotta bark just to be heard
With every yip, I drop knowledge!

10. That Enormously Long Bummer

It's just...really awful things happen for six hundred pages, right ? You'd never say this, obviously, because you're not really sure what happens for however many pages it is, but you do know it's a stone cold bummer from start to finish.

Sansa has a tail.

Dissatisfaction can feel like a hailstorm happening inside our own heads, an endless window-rattling howl-a-thon so insistent and destructive that it seems amazing our partners can’t hear it – and yet, that’s subjectivity. Your partner is probably distracted by his own internal hailstorms, or else by “Bojack Horseman.” You have to tell him there’s a problem for him to know.

They were perfectly explicable, I mean, in the sense that she was raised in a super anti-Catholic, anti-Dissenter environment; she lived during the age of Hypatia, which I guess is reason enough. But also, for someone who flirted with universalism as much as she did (“Surely [the soul] will never be suffered to degenerate from man to fiend. No; I cannot believe that: I hold another creed, which no one ever taught me, and

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