ellenlovesportia:

"I don’t know if you heard but Portia de Rossi is now on Scandal this season…Portia de Rossi…a good friend of mine…we are roommates."

ellenlovesportia:

"I don’t know if you heard but Portia de Rossi is now on Scandal this season…Portia de Rossi…a good friend of mine…we are roommates."

kid-n0thing:

Yeah just drop me off right here this is good

kid-n0thing:

Yeah just drop me off right here this is good

squiglets:

fishytheheroguy:

squiglets:

*sees a mans ego getting crushed*
*instant reblog*

Why just a mans? Thats sexist.

*instant reblog*

annethecatdetective:

burning-high-rise:

whorishgreen:

whorishgreen:

I’ve never been more emotional about any social media post in my entire life

UPDATE: guys Beth Broderick tweeted yesterday that this Salem is THE SAME SALEM!!! He’s 20 years old man!!!! 20!

That Salem is still kicking is all I care about.

linrenzo:

I’ma take myself out on a date
Open the door for myself
And slap my own ass when I walk in

leseanthomas:

NYC in the 1980s.

Love.

Memories.


After picking up a camera at the age of 15, Jamel Shabazz has been unknowingly become the first “visual documentarian” of hip hop. For over 30 years he’s captured the world around him. Every frame  of that world is a time portal that sparks emotion stemming from the scenes they represent. And if there is ever a glimpse into the foundations of street wear and its surrounding culture, it can be found in the pages of his first book.

“Back In The Days” is real deal documentation as it pertains to the origins of hip hop, not to mention hip hop fashion. No 2oK a day models. No makeup artists. No food trucks. The models in the book don’t need runways because they lived the life of style. Jamel Shabazz was there to capture it all.”

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What I’ve Been Waiting For

misutura-biance-and-i:

An amber haze is given off from the tungsten lit street lamps. The bats fly under twilight’s cover, swiftly and precisely. Leaves turned a golden shade have dropped, some glide on the tail end of this brisk wind.

This all happening under a pearly, lustrous full moon.

Autumn’s here.

Da fuque at 5:04am …

misutura-biance-and-i:

No, random ass guy on the bus. I don’t want any cherry sour balls that’s been sweating in your hands since you got on.

Yes, I wouldn’t think twice about spilling my very hot chamomile tea on you if you confront me in a very impolite or volatile manner.

'Preciate it.