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AriaNina, self-described cam girl, has posted some pretty raunchy, possibly NSFW DMs allegedly from supposed family man and youtube “celebrity” ShayCarl.
Madelene, Barbie’s trashy rural cousin she never invites to the Dream House, has joined the world of pimpmoms. She created an instagram account for her two year old daughter and offers her up as a “BRANDREP” for free tiny thigh high boots and toddler sized daisy duke shorts.
Richard, replacement huswolf of untouchable internet saint Emily, has posted another emotional belching. On our second episode of As The Stomach Churns, Dickie shares a scene in which his two year old stepchild tells him “Daddy, I miss Daddy-Martin.”
She told me she would like a hug. This made me smile. When I smiled, she smiled some too. I made a happier face at her, and she gave me her big classic Lydia smile…Then I looked back to see Lydia crying again. When our eyes met, she gave a big smile again. This time as I looked back to the others, my attention stayed on her, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as her face fell again, and tears started to flow as if she hadn’t smiled at all. When my eyes returned to hers with my full attention, it brought another smile, but then her face again fell as I looked away. She seemed in limbo, stuck between happy and sad…Having had a few hours now to think about this, things are ok. Little Lydia returned to her happy place, and is now sound asleep.
It’s ok, Huswolf Dickie has sort of got this because he has done the whole “move in with a cancer stricken family and play daddy” thing before.
‘Dad’ wasn’t doing well, and I moved in eventually to help more consistently. For a year I lived and breathed family life in many aspects, and learned a lot. Cancer is hard. But it also means a lot of opportunities for growing. And the kids all handled things in different ways. It was a very special time for me…
Icky savior-complex vibes, anyone? He concludes with a weird list of goals including eating more chocolate chips, and says “while today wasn’t perfect, and *I* couldn’t stem Lydia’s tears completely, tomorrow, I want to make sure she smiles more”. Yeah, Lids, get over your dead Daddy-Martin already! Daddywolf needs “more smiling faces”!
Just kidding, she is posing stoically next to her grandma as she takes her last breaths because even as we die our dignity is unimportant in the face of Instagram likes. Erika provides this overwrought caption to accompany her overwrought picture.
grandma is preparing to meet the Jesus she loves, and I must free her to go. no matter how one goes about preparing for the process of dying, finality catches me wholly unprepared, shaken. stir my heart towards joy, oh God, for her faith is soon to be sight, the darkened glass of mortality unveiled into the brilliancy of knowing even as also we are known.
How about letting grandma meet Jesus in peace and privacy? How about letting grandma’s death be grandma’s thing, instead of making it about you and your instagram content?
Lauren put up a post showing a dozen or so other examples of “diana_alexa” and her wackydoodle copycat gram.
…the amount of time and pre-organising she put into arranging the outfits, I don’t promote and tag everything I wear, so that would have taken a lot of time and work, even down to the anklets and necklace. Not to mention the cost of all this- those outfits and accommodations don’t come at a cheap price…
Lauren decided the “fan” had gone “next level” and decided to confront her.
…when I messaged her about discovering her page and how crazy and ridiculous I thought it was she tried to justify it by just saying everyone copies us and even big accounts are taking same pictures at the same place & told me I should make my pictures private if I don’t want this to happen…
And we thought those girls trying to copy Taza were weird!
Ok it’s redacted all to howdy, but you get the idea. I guess I just don’t understand why this activity needs to be posted to a public instagram account.
Here’s to a great new week…I’m seeing such positive changes everywhere, for the kids especially. The future feels so bright, but every day holds so much enthusiasm for them.
What-the-Fox? Didn’t their father JUST DIE? Like 3 months ago? Anyway, her goals for the next week include “wearing more than shades of black and gray” and “filming some family videos” – presumably by “family” she means her spanking new husband and her kids.
And in case it’s not clear that getting back to being a happy family lifestyle blogger just can’t happen fast enough for Emmy, she concludes by asking “what type of posts I haven’t shared in awhile that you’d personally like to see come back”. Yep, that reset button has been smacked and we all just need to get back to hair tutorials and instagram dumps and affiliate links. At least she seems to be shutting down the fundraisers finally, so, there’s that.
Jennifer Mayers, the blogger who claims to be “Spreading Positivity through Jesus Christ”, is expressing confusion over why twitter is being so hateful towards her. After all, she’s just expressing her #truth.
And of course her blog is full of wonderful commentary about America and advice on how to not be killed by police like Alton Sterling.
This is why I do not associate with poor people or blacks. I treasure my life, and I simply refuse to put myself into these types of situations around people who have no regard for the law or the GODLY way of life.
I’m assuming this is all some kind of elaborate satire, so I’ll leave you with this #brave tweet.
Well ok then.
Khloe Kardashian, of the talented and classy Kardashian family, got tongues wagging Wednesday when she instagram vagueposted about a pile of flowers.
The Daily Mail, which is sort of like CNN but for celebrity bikini pictures, quickly broke the news that Khloe had posted omgflowrz and speculated about whether they are from some guy she’s rumored to be dating.
The problem is, neither Khloe nor the DM seem to be aware that the pic contains the best known sink on instagram.
Yep – that pic is an old one posted last year by the Million Dolla Skalla, Ms. Rach Parcell of Pink Peonies. She’s known for her ‘flowers in the sink‘ pics. The roses have nothing to do with Khloe Kardashian or that Trey person.
I know this is kind of a non-story but the whole thing is so absurd I had to share.
Update: About an hour after this post went live the Daily Mail updated their post to say “eagle eyed fans spotted” that the image “was taken from another Instagram account” and that she “borrowed the snap of the beautiful arrangement from clothing designer Rachel Parcell’s Instagram”.
Courtney Snowden, some instamommy in Utah, recently informed her 10k+ followers that her youngest child would be flying alone to another state. Just to make sure the whole internet had the details, she posted a picture of his itinerary to her public instagram.
Sure. This seems like a safe idea.