“Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow.” Carrie Frances Fisher (October 21st, 1956 - ∞)
Not like women have been telling y'all this since the beginning of time or anything.
I mean, yeah, at one point three years ago I was curled up in a fetal position literally screaming/crying/gasping for breath on my bed in my dorm room, so my response to this headline is basically, “No shit.”
No wonder women are so likely to ignore heart disease/attack symptoms. If something isn’t as bad as my cramps, I figure it can’t be that bad.
THAT LAST COMMENT
My cardiologist says I’ve had at least one heart attack and I never noticed
I sure know when my uterus wants to take its jacket off tho
So Tasmania was Australia's prison colony? What if Tasmania makes its own, slightly smaller, prison colony island, and then each subsequent one continues to do so, infinitely
Back when I was 11 I had a minecraft gf with this same haircut and occasionally we had sex which was possible when she was in bed and I would stand on top of her and pound the shift key until my finger was broken.
i hate white men who say they’re ‘playing devil’s advocate’.
i’m like: the devil already has lots of advocates, and they all look like you, and this isn’t a fun game.
They Might Be Giants said: You can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding.
Let’s chat about what a “devil’s advocate” was originally.
When the Catholic church wanted (wants? not sure if this is still practice) to canonize a candidate for sainthood, they assigned someone to argue against canonizing that person.
This person’s job is to try to dig up dirt on someone they literally think should be a saint.
It was not arguing excuses for, like, Nazis.
H.W. Fowler wrote, “far from being the whitewasher of the wicked, the [devil’s advocate] is the blackener of the good.”
This term got totally twisted around because hey, here’s a term that lets me argue an abhorrent position without having to take the consequences of it.
Let’s stop using it this way and stop letting people use it this way.
remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”
he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.
he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”
i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.
rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
