To keep up with the tradition of random blog posts. Here is a small list of lady crushes. I appreciate beauty from all and on occasion my lady bits gets confused but hey I’m only human. *Clink on the name of each woman on my list to go to my favorite picture of her.
*don’t judge me
As I said this is just a small list of the ladies who do it for me. I also love each person’s style & fashion and they’re also very inspirational. So I don’t just view them as sex on a stick. Jada is a gorgeous plus size model who oozes confidence & promotes self love. Kat is one of my queens, she cares about world issues, can dance her ass off and her style is fearless. Meghan is one my faves from Suits & her website is one of the inspirations for this one! Jesy is by far my fave in UK girl group Little Mix. I automatically gravitated towards her since their X-Factor days. Sophia Bush is my she-ro. She’s just badass & is a brilliant woman. Francia is someone I want in my circle! Ugh, she seems so cool & Adrian from Secret Life, amen. Shirley is one of my favorite bloggers, her style is impeccable, she’s a math genius & her Youtube channel is flawless.
So ladies, spread the love, empower each other, look but don’t touch (unless it’s permitted and that’s your thing). Who’s inspires you? Leave a comment down below.
Well. Here I am…the final season of Breaking Bad & I can’t bring myself to binge watch it because I’ll know it will end. Don’t judge me.
I’m not going to chat about the way the plot is right now and fucking Walter & Co. and how they’re messing with my life because you’re probably reading this like “Jesus Bob, Stephanie…can you be any more late to the party.” and I’m all “Yes I could be later but I’m here aren’t I?!”
So just to fill you in all my fangirl issues, when I love something I love it hard (restricted to immediate family, fictional characters, Maroon 5 & Beyonce). Hence why I’m now even slower with ending Breaking Bad…I love it too much to let it go. And I’m actually grateful, grateful that I didn’t watch it while it was on cable tv because I would not be able to deal for years of this emotional abuse. (I’m looking at you OITNB…)
It’s true when they say the things you love the most hurt you the most. *dramatic sigh*
Just leave me here to wallow in my Pinkman feels.
Isn’t it absurd that I’ve only been to ONE rooftop bar this entire summer. In my world that’s completely unacceptable. It’s like who am I? I have my absolute favorites, Upstairs at The Kimberly & Press Lounge among them but Pod 39…? This rooftop bar is on the top of the list. It’s atop the Pod Hotel in Midtown & is conveniently walking distance from Grand Central Station. Here are the reasons why you should check it out before summer is over and get yourself a pitcher of insanely good Margaritas.
Pics from a cute little corner with the perfect view of the Empire State & Chrysler.
Maybe I’ll do a ranking of the top rooftop bars here in the city…obviously tons of research is required, so stay tuned.
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.
yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.
Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.
If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE
anselelgort Some things never change 😛 my dads old book called how to shoot your kids has all my childhood pictures in it. And yes that’s me on the cover!
TurboRoo, a chihuahua born without its front legs, was given a 3D printed cart made by San Diego firm 3dyn so he could train to be a service dog for disabled children.
The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Life is over as we know it
Ellen remembers some of the amazing kids we’ve had on the show. Truly amazing.