Steal his look: Fred the Fish
Gucci Leather straight-leg pant-$2,300
Hermes Collier de Chien leather belt-$2,325
GUYS STOP
ARE YOU READY KIDS
So this is happening in London. The people are protesting the Conservative party being back in power. Apparently BBC News isn’t reporting it and Twitter removed the #ToriesOutNow hashtag from the trending section
Broad City
He’s so fucking done
Time rots everything, Booker.
“Stealth is an option.”
Louie
a classic
I just don’t understand how women can idolize Kim Kardashian, a women with no education, class, or morals, when there are women in the world like Amal Alamuddin. An Oxford graduate, human rights advocate, and successful lawyer. She has beauty, brains and most importantly self respect.
This is so disgustingly sexist and misogynistic. stop pinning women against each other, stop shaming women for having sex or dressing provocatively, and don’t fucking use a lack of education as an insult because a lot of people actually don’t have access to education. Kim kardashian is one of the most successful business women to exist. She took the opportunity to bank on her reality show and create an empire for herself and her family and now she’s incredibly successful. Both of these women are beautiful. Both of these women are educated. Both of these women have the same value. Don’t try to pin them against each other because one of their dresses is shorter than the other.
^ fucking killed it.
4/25. peep.
Watch this until your eyes break. This is what we’re facing.
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
My desk at work