"What are you twelve"
Yeah on a scale of one to ten bye
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Fei Fei Sun Backstage at Ermano Scervino Spring 2011
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Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. — Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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What are your top beauty tips?
Start out perfect and don’t change a thing. Always accentuate your best features by pointing at them. And conceal your flaws by sucker punching anyone who has the audacity to mention them.
Never too old to learn from the Muppets.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.” - Miss Piggy
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why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway. — beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via damnitamber)
When a great man like Nelson Mandela passes, it’s also common to wonder if we’ll ever see his kind again. But there’s no doubt that the Nelson Mandelas and Martin Luther Kings and Václav Havels of the 21st Century are stridng among us. But you can’t see it, because if he or she was shaking hands with world leaders and greeted by adoring throngs and serenaded by children’s choirs, then they wouldn’t be the next true Mandela or King or Havel.
No, the next Nelson Mandela of the world is rotting in a jail cell tonight, just like Mandela nearly withered for 27 years on Robben Island. Or he is on someone’s terrorist watch list, or she is segregated and searched every time she travels through an international airport. Somewhere, government spies are reading the emails of the next Nelson Mandela. They are tracking his cell phone and listening to his calls, or monitoring her meetings with their undercover cops.
Many of the other people who today are uttering bland platitudes about the dead Mandela will go back tomorrow to heaping scorns on the living ones. They are the shameless radio hosts and TV pundits and their army of dittoheads who see an advocate for justice and call him a “Communist,” who look at someone who wants to liberate her people and brand her a “terrorist,” who find someone willing to live in a tent city to call attention to inequality and call them a urine soaked rapist, who lash out at someone who dares to believe in peace as “naive,” or a “dirty (bleep)ing hippie.”
The next Martin Luther King or Aung San Suu Kyi could be anywhere right now — advocating for gay rights in Putin’s repressive Russia, playing the piano in front of a line of riot police in Kiev, getting arrested in Raleigh to fight for the voting rights of minorities and young people or growing up in a small village in Pakistan, dreaming of peace even after a flying robot has killed his neighbors.
Today’s Václav Havel is fighting for the unspeakable today, so that the unspeakable will be normal by the time that he or she is old or dead. Gay rights are his segregated water fountains, economic inequality is her apartheid, fracking is his mercury poisoning.
The Nelson Mandela of the 21st Century is right here, right now. We just can’t see it. We’re too busy spitting on him and calling him a terrorist. — (via rockstarchinaman)
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Dior Beauty S/S 2014
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