alright now i used to hate pitbull because it seemed like the right thing to do but you know what i never hear him doing fucked up shit. as far as i know he is really just out there living life ,enjoying himself, visiting walmarts, and spreading the cubano party into the hearts of everyone around the world, he is mr. world wide and hes having a blast and i respect and love that pitbull. pitbull if youre reading this thank you and im sorry
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
ok internet, here’s an interruption in your daily rugged white dude dashboard.
this is cykeem white:
cykeem is an up and coming male model who (i believe) just participated in his first fashion week. he is insanely beautiful.
i highly recommend you all join me in keeping a close eye in his career trajectory, because he’s an extremely talented model, and he is, imo, shockingly beautiful. everyone likes shockingly beautiful men, right? right.
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
“No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in.”—Dan Campbell (via ugh)
"Ah…I don’t think this shirt will hold my breasts…."
"Well, of course not, Saeko. This fabric is much too thin and weak to give any form of support and it the stitching you’ve done on it is horrendous. Why don’t you overlay it on some canvas and then accentuate the fabric’s features with some of this beautiful chartreuse you’ve picked out over here?"
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
lost my razors. missed my train. kissed two times, you left the same day. dirty sheets. no toothbrush. paint stains on my dress. takeoff rush. snuck onto the boat and paid no fare, jumping through venice, hands in the air. waterbottle enthusiast. foreign tongues. concrete breath, ancient lungs. no i dont drink but i can drink you in. smoke heavy, get low, with your sideways grin. single serving friends and coffee to go. paris by night, models, skin touch slow. metro graffiti, thirst from a lion’s head, no sleep for the wicked with the lover in their bed. backpack, sunshine, torn maps, asinine. you dont need a tour guide, take yourself for a ride.