thedrollhouse: This is the best thing that has ever happened to my face.
The sweet smell of success →
“I can only ask, “why?” Why did our hair products smell so bad? Hair, despite all outward appearances, is just still hair – it is essentially the same across the spectrum. Whatever parfums were being put into the other bottles could just as easily made their way in the formulations in ours. And the conclusion I have come to makes me sad and angry: it just didn’t occur to anyone to make our...
I’m not J.J. Abrams, who’s ultimately responsible. I’m just his Asian puppet....– John Cho (x) yo my heart is racing at the guts it takes to say something like this knowing full well what could happen. damn!!!! (via strugglingtobeheard) WELL GODDAMN!!!! John Cho has become my favorite fucking actor ever…… (via sourcedumal) John has been growing bolder and bolder as of late....
Why Do I Think My Salary Pays for Child Care? →
jeanhannah: Both working parents are equally in need of child care. So why do I suddenly think of my salary as paying that bill? If I just say PIECE when someone writes something great, in the manner of people at a gig shouting TUNE, can that be a thing? PIECE.
Dance. Just give in and dance.
Girls Next Door Paintings by Stanley Richfield
A Girl Walks Into a Coffee Shop.
Me: Yo, fuck these bougie Fort Point assholes and their overpriced coffee and stupid organic juices.
Me. Five seconds later: Hi, can I have a toasted coconut iced coffee, a Just Greens juice, and a raspberry macaron? Thank you so much.
shitrodsays: Black love is never having to ask where’s the seasoning
OH, GOD, MINDY AND DANNY
So many feels. Right in my feelings centre.
Speak.Collaborate.Listen: Seeing Naomi Campbell As... →
derica: 1. Seeing the darker skin at Naomi Campbell’s joints is the reason for this post. 2. Here Naomi Campbell communicates some feeling / atmosphere / affect that fabulous and fierce Naomi Campbell is not usually invited to communicate. 3. This is skin usually evened out for editorials to…
spacetwinks: james bond breathed out, looking into the moonlight as its beauty struck him. he thought to himself, in his most private of moments, “who would name their kid pussy galore”
Watched A Bronx Tale tonight...
… and now Jane Williams is my new patronus. Black girls, be not afraid! Go forth, in pursuit of your dreams!