Small talk makes me feel the way I do when a mosquito is buzzing around my head — irritated — and then finally unable to get any relief I just slaughter the damn thing. I slaughter the moment by saying something real. —bell hooks, Wounds of Passion: A Writing Life
(Source: et--cetera, via thesearetheaxes)
Columbiana, which I still think was a good movie.
Happy International Women’s day to the best woman in the world.
mom… dad…. mom… dad…. mom… dad…. *starts beatboxing* mom… dad…. mom… dad….
Don’t you love celebrities making fun of rumours?
(Source: palpattine, via robots-and-electric-sheep)
stop romanticizing the idea of becoming so dependent on another human being that you cannot function adequately without their presence goodbye
In which Snoop Dogg doesn’t give a fuck about your gender policing, and 50 Cent continues to be way too concerned about the sexuality of other male rappers.
His nails look nice.
I might get that next I go to the nail shop.
I read the whole thing in snoop’s voice
Clearly he does not give a fuck.
I am now 36 years old. During my most recent book tour, I wore, for the first time, clothes that made me happy. My favorite outfit was a pair of ankara-print shorts, a damask top, and yellow high-heel shoes. Perhaps it is the confidence that comes with being older. Perhaps it is the good fortune of being published and read seriously, but I no longer pretend not to care about clothes. Because I do care. I love embroidery and texture. I love lace and full skirts and cinched waists. I love black, and I love color. I love heels, and I love flats. I love exquisite detailing. I love shorts and long maxidresses and feminine jackets with puffy sleeves. I love colored trousers. I love shopping. I love my two wonderful tailors in Nigeria, who often give me suggestions and with whom I exchange sketches. I admire well-dressed women and often make a point to tell them so. Just because. I dress now thinking of what I like, what I think fits and flatters, what puts me in a good mood. I feel again myself—an idea that is no less true for being a bit hackneyed. —Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Why Can’t A Smart Woman Love Fashion?
Yesssss I love this!!! I must read more about this woman!!