“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
How come clothes come with five pages of washing instructions on the tag that I have to cut off but not the bust-waist-hip-length dimensions that it fits” i mumble into the microwave
Apparently there’s drama in the Swiftie fandom because a prominent (?) Swiftie was pretending to be Jewish–tweeting about Birthright, Jewish sleepaway camp, her overbearing mother trying to set her up with Josh Kushner–and then someone found the Swiftie’s family’s social media and she’s MORMON.
was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
