You know what I’m still angry about? That the ex-husband used my Fragrant Jewel bath bomb three years ago and never replaced it. He didn’t even send me the stupid ring inside.
Fucking dickbag.
You know what I’m still angry about? That the ex-husband used my Fragrant Jewel bath bomb three years ago and never replaced it. He didn’t even send me the stupid ring inside.
Fucking dickbag.
As a Thanksgiving present to myself, I bought the video game Fe because I’d heard good things about it and dammit it looked cute. Thankfully, I was not disappointed, and the music was absolutely stunning.
So basically what I’m saying is that I’ve had this playing nearly nonstop for the last several weeks.
#noshame
Continue reading on rotationWater is gross. It’s tasteless and I just don’t like it. In the wise words of Ann Perkins, “I know it’s keeps you healthy, but god, at what cost?”
I am kind of upset that this is my Astrology Song, but whatevs.
Oh, but if you get the chance, you should totally check out the other signs. My favorite is probably either the Scorpio or Libra ones, although the Gemini one is absolutely hilarious. Good or bad hilarious is really up to your interpretation, though.
Continue reading 17Dorian: I can’t believe you’re scared of magic, Sera. It’s a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there’s nothing to fear in a properly used tool.
Sera: Tell that to all the “proper” mages waving their tools in people’s faces!
Dorian: There’s an image.
Sera: What about Coryphamus? How many “proper tools” does he have under him?
Varric: Not hardly enough, if you ask me.
Sera: And the rebel mages? How many “proper tools” have they raised?
Dorian: That’s not — I don’t think I can continue.
Sera: Right, well, I don’t care how gifted you are. Don’t cram it where it’s not wanted.
Vivienne: Maker, how does she not know?
Blackwall: (Laughs)
Cole: I’m lost.
You know how some songs just get stuck in your head, sometimes for no reason even though you haven’t heard it in forever? Well, I right now have this one on perpetual repeat:
I’m not complaining. I mean, I usually have that lovely bunch of coconuts song or “I’m Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee,” so this is an improvement, really.
I don’t remember what motivated me to call my lawyer on that day, but when I hung up the phone, I was divorced. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting exactly? Maybe a wave of relief, or a burst of excitement? Sadness? But all I got was this … numbness. I put on airs of glib delight, calling my parents and then posting on Facebook the following: