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Jul 23, 2014 / 911 notes
womensweardaily:

Christy Turlington Burns Fronts for Love
Photo by Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin
The model and campaigner for maternal health wears a rubber dress by Giles, rings by van Lamsweerde and Matadin, and stockings by Wolford, in a shoot styled by Love’s fashion director, Panos Yiapanis. For More
Jul 23, 2014 / 197 notes

womensweardaily:

Christy Turlington Burns Fronts for Love

Photo by Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin

The model and campaigner for maternal health wears a rubber dress by Giles, rings by van Lamsweerde and Matadin, and stockings by Wolford, in a shoot styled by Love’s fashion director, Panos Yiapanis. For More

Jul 23, 2014 / 89 notes
My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed (via southerngreekgirl)

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Jul 23, 2014 / 16,131 notes
zodiaccity:

QUOTE: “A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” — Winston Churchill
Jul 22, 2014 / 1,771 notes

zodiaccity:

QUOTE: “A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” — Winston Churchill

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angelus80:

thefuuuucomics:

THIS IS A REAL FEAR OF MINE

I think this is everyone’s fear. Hence the dilemma.

everytime


Smh. But for real though…
Jul 22, 2014 / 227,134 notes

satanicbuddhalobes:

angelus80:

thefuuuucomics:

THIS IS A REAL FEAR OF MINE

I think this is everyone’s fear. Hence the dilemma.

everytime

Smh. But for real though…

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vhs-80:

1982 x Michael Jackson on 80’s Suzuki “Love” Scooter AD
Jul 22, 2014 / 1,170 notes

vhs-80:

1982 x Michael Jackson on 80’s Suzuki “Love” Scooter AD

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Jul 22, 2014 / 115,078 notes

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Intro - ”Let Me Be The One”

Jul 20, 2014 / 2,665 notes

souljunkee:

Say baby, can I be your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl, your the shit girl
And I am digging you like a grave

Now do they call you daughter to the Spinning Pulsar
Or maybe Queen of 10,000 Moons, Sister to the distant yet
Rising star

Is your name Yemaya? Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun

Ooh is that a smile me put on your face child?
Wide as a field of jasmine and clover

Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I
It’s not important
But they call me brother to the night
And right now I am the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right

Who am I? ‘ll be whoever you say
But right now I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey

And I just want to give you injections of
Sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archtypes
Of black angels in flight
Upon wings of distorted, contorted metaphoric jizm

Come on slim, fuck your man, I ain’t worried about him

It’s you who I want to step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream

Who am I, well they all call me
Brother to the night and right now I am
The blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right
Is that alright?

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