i'm not mad. please don't write it in the newspaper that i'm mad

"To Protect Myself And My Family, I Am Going To Kill The Man That Called Me A 'Little Bitch'"

"the country is safer than it was in your youth" is one of those cognitohazard phrases that passes directly through a human mind, incapable of being held

"Everything's coming up Anthony!"

We talk to Delish about how great Delish is at making a Delish app with Delish recipes that are Delish!

thank you for this. i needed a laugh

prez and pm of the theocracy (we can't talk about) already doubling down

Perhaps she’s caring, but my mind spins in thinking otherwise.

Only devotion can lead a man to drag his princess in a shopping cart, laden with blankets and bags and sadness, through 6 inches of thick snow, slowly, down my street, to wherever they’re going.

I wonder about the expectations that rest on her shoulders. How she was brought to living this life of quiet travel and transience. How she feels she’s seen in the eyes of her beholders, if she cares at all. Or how she treats her servants, in their struggles and needs.

A few times I heard her moan, in the deep cold or when her carriage must have felt more like a prison than a blessing. Expressing her dissatisfaction with where she was, or how she felt, or how she’d been treated. A moan that fades lightly into the background where feelings are felt more than heard.

I can’t be sure she ever left that carriage; I’d never seen it. I’m not even sure she could, maybe some disability or shame. But that only fed my fantasy of how she functioned, perhaps on a plain above our own, or deeply below.