We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

I think that people in the phase between being someone's kid and being someone's parent have always been uniquely narcissistic, but that social media and Twitter and LiveJournal make it really easy to navel-gaze in a way that you've never been able to before.

My dad finds Twitter just infinitely unrelatable. He's like, 'Why would I want to tell anybody what I had for a snack, it's private?!' And I'm like, 'Why would you even have a snack if you didn't tell anybody? Why bother eating?'

You know, I always think of myself as sort of ready for every criticism.

Can we call a moratorium on the use of the term 'ladyparts'? Grazia!

Barbie’s disfigured. It’s fine to play with her just as long as you keep that in mind.

I’m not super thin, but I’m thin, for like, Detroit