Hello, I'm Brigitte and sometimes I do things.
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
does anyone else remember the shitty, bootleg Two Towers subtitles from back in the day? BECAUSE I DO
So I’m spontaneously back by myself in the house for tonight before I go to London tomorrow and I forgot how much I like being alone in the house. Makes me think that I’d be well suited to life after university.
And on the eighth day
"Let there Be yonce"
and he saw it was good
and he liked it
so he put a ring on it
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
I reblogged this at like 4am and I’ve spent the whole day thinking about it and randomly laughing