OriginallyChic_

dragonpikachu:

i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants:

aiyuwithoutatrace:

wegotplansforsammy:

wibblywobblytimeturners:

somewherethats-green:

the worst fuckin thing is

“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”

like no

“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”

“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”

“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”

The last one seems more doable

attack-on-teetan:

I feel like the ones with siblings are a game of “which one grew up to be hot”

I love these

flightlesslexxii:

yo-slimdickens:

bwwmerotica:

blackgirlwhiteboylove:

policymic:

14 incredible facts about Michelle Obama on her 50th birthday

She’s such an inspiration :-D

Love it!

Shout out to the FLOTUS !

I love her

cpropht:

the struggle is real

cpropht:

the struggle is real

katsallday:

selonian:

parahsalmer:

sociallyawkwardriot:

ehretha:

EVERY Target shopper NEEDS to know this:
If the price ends in 8, it will be marked down again.
If it ends in a 4, it’s the lowest it will be.
Target’s mark down schedule:
MONDAY: Kids’ Clothing, Stationery (office supplies, gift wrap), Electronics.
TUESDAY: Women’s Clothing and Domestics.
WEDNESDAY: Men’s Clothing, Toys, Health and Beauty.
THURSDAY: Lingerie, Shoes, Housewares.
FRIDAY: cosmetics

WHOOOOA. Will keep in mind!

THIS IS THE GREATEST INFORMATION I HAVE EVER LEARNED FROM TUMBLR.


filed under: important information that everyone needs to know

BRB DOING THIS TODAY

katsallday:

selonian:

parahsalmer:

sociallyawkwardriot:

ehretha:

EVERY Target shopper NEEDS to know this:

If the price ends in 8, it will be marked down again.

If it ends in a 4, it’s the lowest it will be.

Target’s mark down schedule:

MONDAY: Kids’ Clothing, Stationery (office supplies, gift wrap), Electronics.

TUESDAY: Women’s Clothing and Domestics.

WEDNESDAY: Men’s Clothing, Toys, Health and Beauty.

THURSDAY: Lingerie, Shoes, Housewares.

FRIDAY: cosmetics

WHOOOOA. Will keep in mind!

THIS IS THE GREATEST INFORMATION I HAVE EVER LEARNED FROM TUMBLR.

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filed under: important information that everyone needs to know

BRB DOING THIS TODAY

ifunnyws:

Jonah Hill & Morgan Freeman

I used to be full, the type of full that saturates the mind into thinking there’s something wrong with having these many ideas.. All at once.. All the time. I used to constantly have things to say & question & decide upon. For me — the beginning — was exactly what I needed.

Perhaps now I envy what once was — green at the thought of sharing ceaselessly — blue at no longer having the means to. Perhaps, the day I realized I had a gift was in fact the hour the curse began. No one can know both their divinity & how to savor it.

I liked the tragedy. I loved it. I loved her & her & her & that & that & all the things that destroyed me. They were perfect. Perfect parts to God’s plan. I had lost everything. Everything. And the enlightenment of it all — the realizations of the bottom — made for the greatest journey to the top.

Saved. God, upon his many endeavors, took the initiative to rescue me out of misery & raise me into enlightenment. Perhaps this is where I failed him. No one can know both their divinity & how to savor it.

I used to be full, the type of full that saturates the mind into thinking there’s something wrong with having these many ideas.. All at once.. All the time. Then I reached that period in one’s life when she overly exhausts her gift. It was the black market of emotion. To think constantly — to feel infinitely was to forget that I had just lost everything. Right there, in the midst of monumental illumination, my selfish ass lost track of what once was. No one can know both their divinity & how to savor it. The conservation of my gift was spent all in one breath. One idea. One emotion.

I used to be full, the type of full that saturates the mind into thinking there’s something wrong with having these many ideas.. All at once.. All the time. Perhaps now, although still fairly in the beginning, I’ve hit quite a snag. I’ve developed a lack of internal motivation. I can no longer inspire myself & I am all to blame. In God’s eye, I bow in shame that I could ever take advantage of my own pleasure… my own deliverance.. my own purpose.

I used to be full, the type of full that saturates the mind into thinking there’s something wrong with having these many ideas.. All at once.. All the time. Perhaps now I seek God to find myself again: To reintroduce my purpose to my progress. I don’t like feeling like I have nothing else to share. I hate feeling like I have nothing left to give. I used to be so full but now, I can’t seem to catch a poem. All I have are these broken words..

I Used To by Renelle (Shë, the Pretender)
doing an experiment. Reblog if you aren’t wearing shoes

cityrauhl:

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

destiels-wayward-daughter:

dudewheresmypie:

light-eco-sage:

amayyy-zayn:

alabasterfrost:

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…why do I feel so awkward reblogging this

Shoot, any time I’m at home I’m out of my shoes…

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No shoes

Not even socks

my feet are sluts, they’re naked all the time at home

iamchantaya:

golddiggerr:

$$$$

"Do the lightskin face AYEEE. Do the lightskin face AYEEE"

😭💀

iamchantaya:

golddiggerr:

$$$$

"Do the lightskin face AYEEE. Do the lightskin face AYEEE"

😭💀

2damnfeisty:

aspiringdoll:

What ever happened to her?

Side burn Ashanti was dope.

Foolish 🙌👏👏