Why the fuck do I have an incognito facebook account and tell the few people I’ve friended there to tell NO ONE about it.
I don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about NO ONE.
I don’t care what your reasons were. I don’t care that you didn’t have your phone with you or whatever, so you asked that one friend of yours to shoot me a quick message. I don’t fucking care.
I have my fucking reasons for not adding certain people. I have my fucking reasons for not wanting most people to know about the existence of this account. I want to be the one deciding who knows about it, and I want it to remain that way, thank you very much.
ugh some other people’s parents frustrate me even more than my own =/
Keep fatphobia out of veganism
It’s lovely that Robin Thicke thinks his marriage is worth saving, but this is not the way to go about it. This entire album, the track names, the hashtag; if this is in fact a sincere effort to “get her back” it’s basically a how-to on abuser dynamics. Rather than allowing Patton the time and space to decide whether or not to reconcile in private, with this album, Thicke has effectively enlisted the public to get on his side and pressure her into going back to him, and make her the villain if she refuses. “Oh, but he wrote a whole album about her! He’s really sorry!” All while he rakes in the cash, and she loses her resolve to stay away from a man who cheated on her, publicly embarrassed her and ruined a decades long relationship.