My selfie game has been strong lately
I really should trust my instincts more but at the same time its difficult. Its hard wanting something to work out but knowing
a) its not gonna happen
b) you can’t force something to make up their mind
c)people lie for two reason: they’re scared to hurt your feelings or they never cared in the first place
Let me get out of my feelings because I’m not gonna let people kill my vibe
My first rap battle.
Y’all quick as fuck with these gifs.
This was important though.
I need every pretentious college student to see this tho. This is an important PSA.
YES. I was tweeting about this last night. She does not hesitate to read her students. She goes straight for the jugular.
In this show she’s a law professor?
A song by Kyle, about not wanting to fall in love.
Produced by M-Phazes
I work hard and play hard and have a very difficult time finding the switch between the two, let alone finding an off switch.
I’m actually kinda maternal. I’m a little cold but I’m starting to soften up so by the time I have kids, God willing its not anytime soon, I might actually end up being a loving, warm mom. I’m also starting to enjoy cooking and I’m getting a lot more patient with kids. Honestly, I really do enjoy taking care of kids. Its fun, sometimes frustrating but its cool watching someone grow and helping them learn about the world around them. Its also reaffirms how unique everyone is which is a great thing!
One thing I am scared about when or if I have kids is that I might end up raising kids obsessed with physical beauty because I’m slightly vain. I admire beautiful people for being beautiful. I don’t believe that beauty is subjective. Attractiveness is but not beauty. Someone could be beautiful but you’re not attracted to them or vice versa. Anyway, I’m scared that my kids are going to pick up my views on beauty. Its not necessarily bad but I mentally start to pick part other people or myself because I see things that could be fixed to make them a better looking person.
live fast die young drink capri sun
Le tre età della donna (particolare), Gustav Klimt
La madre morta, Egon Schiele