– fun fact!: niall is irish
kate moss makes a literally smoking return to the runway during a louis vuitton show @ 2011 paris fw
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Jay-Z and Kanye West featuring Frank Ocean
No Church In The Wild
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“Apparently my desk is nice and cool on hot days”
"don’t be a cunt"
Hermaphroditos (The Sleeping Hermaphrodite), Roman, A.D. 100–200. Marble, 59 1/16 in. long. Museo Nazionale Romano (currently on view at The Getty Villa, Malibu)
“Deep in slumber, with one leg flexed and fabric stretched taut around the toes of the other, this feminine-looking figure presents itself for the viewer’s pleasure. The exposed buttocks and rotated hips invite us to walk around and behold its beauty. On encountering the sculpture from the other side, however, the viewer’s assumption that the figure is female is shattered by the sight of its penis.”
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ALEXANDER MCQUEEN PRE-FALL 2009
neopets
What the letter said was that I found her very attractive and that I’d seen her walking her dog a lot and so I just wanted to say hello. It also said that I’d watched her several times through a window, but not like HER window or anything. I meant through my car window when I was driving. And that “watching,” sounds so creepy. It was more like I just happened to glance over and see her.
That was the gist of it. And I didn’t have any paper so I wrote it on an old traffic ticket envelope and put it under her windshield wiper blade.
“Hey!” she screamed.
I started to respond, but she marched right by me and up to the parking enforcement officer who I guess was standing behind me.
“I was parked just fine!” she screamed. “What is this, some sort of bullshit quota you have to fill?!”
He didn’t like the accusations and so he fired right back.
“I didn’t give you a ticket!”
“Liar!”
“Man oh man,” I thought.
And I guess she was having one of those days because she pulled a gun out of her purse and shot the parking officer three times in the chest. Then, she put the gun barrel in her own mouth and pulled the trigger. It was a huge mess.
“Well, I guess that’s a no,” I said, in a real sitcom-y voice.
“WAY-TO-MAKE-IT-ALL-ABOUT-YOU,” boomed the helmet fastened to my dog’s head that converted his barks to English.
I poured the remainder of my expensive latte on the dog’s helmet, which caused it to crackle and malfunction.
The right girl was out there somewhere. And I would find her.
Next to me, the dog’s helmet made a crackling noise. A sarcastic crackling noise.
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wELP
Azealia Banks
1991
