Hi.
Oh my.
Pierre !!
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WORK BIIITCH
I just got served by a 9 year old. You betta werk for all the recess gods.
(Source: horrorandglamour)
All of the people from the East Coast of the island surrounded me like they were news reporters and I was the only one who witnessed the crime. “What was the West Coast like? Who did you see? Did you bring anything back? Are you okay? How was it? Tell us! What do you know? How did you get back?” They were all ready for me to bring their imagination, their fantasies, their dreams of what the West Coast was like to like. I could see the curiosity in their eyes, eager curiosity, the kind of eagerness that would turn into desperation. And that desperation would turn into greed, greed for information, for data and technology and social media, money, power, control. All the things that would corrupt this island, just like it had the other. “Jason,” my mother appeared out of the swarm of islanders and made her way towards me, “did you get anything?” The crowd was silent, waiting to hear my reply. I turned around and pulled the pad chip out of my pocket, something our island had never seen. They knew nothing of documenting their every move, capturing every memory with pictures. I glanced back at their desperate faces. They wanted a hero and had chosen me. So I had to give them what they needed. As I dropped the chip back into the ocean I turned back to the crowd I turned back to my mother and replied, “No.”
(Source: luaarodrigues)
Helena Bonham Carter by Mert & Marcus Vogue UK July 2013
Ain’t nobody fresher than my clique
A nigga just shed real tears
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