Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
The poor models at Louis Vuitton.
yo, fuck marc jacobs, he treats models like complete shit all of the time and never gets called out on it
Oh my god this is real
if this doesnt get people pissed i dont know what will
honestly this is so funny cos people are mad FOR the models like pretty sure they chose this career path and enjoy it enough to deal with feet that hurt.
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again
She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
|Shaykh:||[Thick Egyptian Arabic accent] ...and this hadith was revealed during the Battle of the Bitch.|
|Audience:||[gasps and murmurs]|
|Old uncle in the front row:||Shaykh, that's the Battle of the Ditch! Ditch! With a daal!|
|Shaykh:||Oh... [looks embarrassed]|
|Shaykh:||[Attempts to recover from his mistake] Ah yes, all the bitches in California!|
|Me:||(Crap, does he really think that bitch means beach????)|
|Akhee in the back:||[From my memory so it's probably wrong] Ya Shaykhna! Bitch ya3ni sharmoo6a!|
Do not allow your heart to take pleasure with the praises of people, nor be saddened by their condemnation.