I just sent an angry email to pinterest becasue there are too many pictures of bread on my feed. Who am I? And why am I angry about bread?
Being super skinny doesn't make you beautiful. Bringing joy, comfort, and love to the world around you does. It works every time.
Finally, I've made the adult decision to admit that I truly, honestly, don't give a shit about football. GO BLUE!
I'm watching Six Feet Under all over again. I must be a masochist.