I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
don’t hurt BEES. they just want to pollinate flowers and make honey. hurt WASP’s. fuck them and their old money, big mansions, and country clubs
When I was younger, I was so confused at the idea of shopping* being addictive (so much so that people would have to go to rehab for it)- but now I can TOTALLY see it.
*specifically for clothes/boots/accessories
All you gorgeous plus-sizers ought to check out Gwynnie Bee for style ideas- you browse by size and their models are waaaay more diverse than your average retailer. Also, y’know, some of you might like the idea of renting clothes and swapping whenever?