“Black is the most slimming of all colours. It is the most flattering. You can wear black at any time. You can wear it at any age. You can wear it for almost any occasion. I could write a book about black.”—Christian Dior (1905–57)
Last Saturday, November 9th, my boyfriend’s father received a stroke. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to pull through and shortly passed away. He was a beloved son, father, uncle and friend, leaving behind so many loved ones. Due to this misfortune is why I am plead for your generous donations to help pay for his funeral and expenses. Money may be tight for many of you but any little bit will help and is appreciated by my boyfriend and his family, but also by me. It breaks my heart seeing the sorrow that has filled his eyes and his life and it hurts to not be able to console him physically when he needs it, and if I can cause there to be less stress in my boyfriend’s life by promoting this, then it’s what I’ll do to help him and his family. I appreciate all of you for taking the liberty of reading this and also if you donate.
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”—(via pfoe)
Hello, followers. It is time to hibernate. Please join me in sleeping for the next few months. If we all hibernate together, none of us can be held individually responsible. Society will just have to adjust.
“It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.”—K.P.K (via sirui)
I was half asleep, and in the dream I was at a bar. And he was hitting on me, using all these terrible lines. And I told him I hadn’t had sex in awhile. And he went “Dry spell, huh? That’s okay. I’m pretty sure the forecast called for rain tonight.” And I looked him in the eye and went “Oh yeah? How many inches should I be expecting?” And the part of me that was awake laughed so hard, it woke me up.
Even in my subconscious, I’m a smooth motherfucker.