Hey now, that's a little extreme...I'd take a simple defenestration.

there's so much intrinsic joy in things that grow.

Make it an ancestor room and put creepy death masks from all your dead relatives on the wall so they can judge you for not bringing honor to your name.

Mexico Versus Nazis is a theme that’s really resonating with me of late

I was 7. Anyway, that's why I am the way I am.

A white spot soon appears on the cat's chest. At first he thinks its nothing, until the spot begins to resemble a hangman's noose. This, predictably, drives him insane with guilt so when a cop comes to his door he confesses immediately, fulfilling the cat's portent of doom.

Believe me, I know. Sometimes I have to say "silly brain, if you kys you can't host brunch anymore." I know it's weird to continue living for the hollandaise sauce, but sometimes that's all you can do.

No one who transitions is weak. No one who publishes books is weak. No one who says "no" and walks away from a dysfunctional industry is weak. I admire your passion, artistry and bravery so much and I draw strength from it.

And that's why we endure--you never know who needs to see you being you

Selfishly, I like this world better with you in it.

For real.

They'd bring the really big phasers that just do the exact same thing as the small hand held ones.