Made my own mocha with instant Taster’s Choice and Nesquick.
I honestly find the bottom row much more beautiful than the top row.
wowww this is interesting
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Best Dressed, Golden Globes 2012: The night clearly belonged to Emma Stone. Her gown was phenom, but leave it to Alber to pull off an accessory coup (custom-made eagle leather belt, crystal studded heels and earrings styled as hair barrettes from the S/S 12 collection, ALL LANVIN).
-FDB
“WHEN I was 14, my mother told me not to panic if a police officer stopped me. And she cautioned me to carry ID and never run away from the police or I could be shot. In the nine years since my mother gave me this advice, I have had numerous occasions to consider her wisdom.”
“For young people in my neighborhood, getting stopped and frisked is a rite of passage. We expect the police to jump us at any moment. We know the rules: don’t run and don’t try to explain, because speaking up for yourself might get you arrested or worse. And we all feel the same way — degraded, harassed, violated and criminalized because we’re black or Latino. Have I been stopped more than the average young black person? I don’t know, but I look like a zillion other people on the street. And we’re all just trying to live our lives.”
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Is Police stopping and frisking “suspicious people” going to do anything to lower crime rate? I seriously doubt it. And even if it did, American police definitely doesn’t understand the meaning of “suspicious.”
Suspicious & furtive comes from detecting action, it’s from DOING. You can’t tell whether one’s suspicious by looking at their appearance—in this case, the color of your skin, the kind of clothes you are wearing, where you are at.
The police are simply ruining their reputation, portraying themselves as abusers of rights instead of protectors of civilians. I am so glad that I am an innocent and “un-furtive” looking non-black/latino girl… American police. *Shake.My.Head*
“Why I hate Religion but Love Jesus” - SpokenWord
This guy put it like a champ.
He isn’t against the church—he is just saying that church isn’t the focus, Jesus is.
Young Christians need realize what being “Christian” means. Being Christian doesn’t require you to go to church, require you to follow all the rules, vote Republican, deny gay marriage, and follow a number of other rules devised by the church. Christian means having a relationship with God and having faith.
“One is a work of God, another is a man made invention.”
I am not a typical religious Christian who’s knowledgeable of every verse in the bible, but I do know that the New Testament means love, and that’s all that matters and suffices.
Insomnia, nightmare, night sweat, nausea, and even vomit.
Heart rate through the roof.
Pale palette.
Shaking, tingling, sweating.
My typical morning every fucking day
좋아하는걸 해주는것 보단 싫어하는걸 안할 때 믿음이 생기는 법입니다.
Karen O (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) ft. Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross - “The Immigrant Song”
I love Karen O. What a great opener for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
Mitt Romney said at last night’s debate that he wants to provide “relief” to the middle class. Based on what his tax plan would actually do to middle-class families, we’re not sure that word means what he thinks it means.
this is fucking great.
National Poetry Slam: Shane Hawley
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be in love with someone who understands my very core and who touches every speck of my soul. Who has a parallel philosophy on art, politics, morals, nature… life. Whose soul was meant to mate with mine.
I would fearlessly throw out the pool of galaxy within me—philosophies, conspiracies, and dish on religion, and angry outbursts over human rights out of passionate justice. Fearlessly. Without the fear of ridicule or being shrugged off carelessly. How would it feel like to be inspired from each and every conversation, learn about each other and learn about our own galaxies within. There would only be earnesty, honesty, sincerity, wisdom, compassion, passion, fire, boom. A magnificent synergy.
He would be my Tate Langdon. He would be my Haku. He would be my Rochester, my Fitzgerald, my Gatsby, my Gil, “The One That Got Away.” He would be my Aseem, He would be my Craig, my Dave, my Sharon, my MaryBeth. He would be my god, I would be his goddess.
I feel like with him I could thrive in my own skin. He would free my essence, unlock the inner me. I’d be innocent about the world. I’d be so inspired. I’d return to my once idealistic, idyllic state of being.
Why does he have to be a He, I do not know. Maybe it could be a She. But literature so often depicts romance from admiration, inspiration, and camaraderie, that I feel compelled to call him a He. Now isn’t that a thousand times more romantic? Is it not fun to yearn for something impossible?
- Work out 3 times a week. No time limit.
- Floss every day.
- Read 40 pages each week outside of textbooks/blogs/internet. (~hr)
- Do more art.
- Try to eat a balanced meal 3 times a day
- Bake more for those around me. aka my boyfriend.
