Kids just wanna get rich.
Dear Diary, can’t talk, gotta go, bye.
Could this aromatherapy BE any better?
Glass slippers or seashell bras?
“I just sold my book for one million billion dollars, so consider this my two weeks’ notice.”
I am dying. Literally, bye.
We were definitely both fierce and fiercely scared.
You asked for “the Rachel” and instead got a devil’s haircut.
The astrophysicist’s Twitter is out of this world.
If only you’d never played with your My Size Barbie.
Turn the blues into gold.
Their love transcends space and time.
This pack of gum was the coolest candy of the ’90s. Even if some parents found it scary.
Let’s skip the flowers and go right to the Netflix.
Life happens when you’re not looking (down).
The treats your taste buds still crave.