teriyakiweave:

super-eklectic1:

clapsandpraises:

digitalskullkid:

weavingthroughtimeandspace:

thewomanwhocantlove:

incontestablewildchild:

alesreno:

Drake

Awwwhhng

Drizzy

Ackhk…………

a red plus a blue makes a purple…..

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but two broken hearts make a circle

Can a hamster find mafuckin love witta gerbil?

Do two cancers make a virgo?

Think I needed to find out…ergo…

I carry errything on my own back……………..turtle

Carry my own baggage with me…..what a fuckin purseload

I been airin out my laudry n I’m still just on the first load

It’s the bane of my existence, mahfucka……….Kurt Co

Shoutouts to my stylists Kyle, Frankie n Gilberto

My heart is like my stage, nigga….full - dress - rehearsals

T-O show a nigga hate sometimes, it’s hurtful

T-Vo Degrassi, mahfuckas, no commercials

Boy I’m poured up, I’m just swirling ma own merlot

Drank so much of that shit boy, I think I need a girdle

But noooooooooooo, don’t make me put ya name in my journal

Cos I be catchin BAWDIES like a robin in a wormhole

They said that Aubs was Aubsolete

Aubviously, they was wrong Cos the Aubstacles they tryna put before me only made me strong awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

You don’t want no beef with Aubs, vegan

Pussay niggas comin at me, young Aubstetrician

Boy….consider that ma fuckin Aubservations

Reppin for mah family’s my only Aub-li-gay-shunnnnnn ooooooooohhhhhhhh

I’m. So. Dead.

i love drake idgaf lol

dead.

lmfao holy shit

I wish they would just leave drake alone lmfao

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I love my family, but they suffocate me. I need to move out ASAP. I’m 23, I shouldn’t have to abide by the same rules from when I was 13. It’s not like every time I go out I’m shooting up crack or something. I’m not even allowed to close my bedroom door. And just fyi, I don’t close my door because I’m secretly drinking a bottle of Bacardi — I close it because my family is Cambodian and they are louder than a million cats fucking at once.

what-do-i-wear:

SKIRT Zara, T-SHIRT Decathlon customized,BAG Zara, SHOES Jeffrey Campbell, BELT Las Dalias, STRASS BELT Zara, RING-BRACELET Miss Selfridge, RING Bvlgari, CUFF Las Dalias (image: madamederosa)

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zombiebacons:

Reebok X Marvel Officially Licensed Limited Edition Sneakers!

Pretty psyched about this one, been sitting on it for a while. Here is the first line of the Reebok X Marvel collaboration that I designed. I’ve been working with kids footwear to create Spider-Man licensed shoes for a few years now, and finally, we can get some adult sizes for us grown-up nerds (and nerd-ettes)! The sneakers drop this summer at specific retailers, read more info here, here, here and here. The first lineup is Captain America, Red Skull, Spider-Man, Venom, Wolverine, Sabretooth, Deadpool, Chamber, Black Widow and Emma Frost.

SULEEN!!! Where you at!?

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…jk. Maybe. IDK. I’m sure my friends and I are all sluts for food at this point in our lives.

Sooo for some reason, people (especially those from LA) love to ask me where to eat in OC/Irvine area. I’m no expert on food - I just like eating. But I figured I would compile a list for anyone curious. Or for anyone who is a food lover as well. None of these are in any particular order. Just restaurant names with some of my favorite, note-worthy dishes. The ones with asterisks are definite musts. Happy eating, everyone!

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onlyinlongbeach:

“This is a Long Beach gem.”

Sorry this took so long to be posted, but thanks for the submission, Justin!!

silveroxygen:

This is Chhang.

In late March/early April of this year, when I was in Cambodia, I met him in the village we were working in. He knew very little English, but he tried really hard to practice his English and talk to us. He would also teach us words in Khmer.

He would point to something, then say, “Speak Khmer…” and then he’d say what the word was in Khmer. Then he would say “Speak English?” And we would tell him what the word was in English.

I’ve got a soft spot for people who don’t speak English very well, but know little bit. Needless to say, I thought Chhang was adorable. So I would always tell him, “I love you!”    But I think, at first, I made him a little uncomfortable. So, I stopped saying “I love you” for a little bit. I didn’t want to push him away because of my impulsive attitude. I really liked him.

We ended up being very good friends. 

On our last day in the village, I spent the majority of my time with him. I would tell him how good his English was when I taught him a new word, and when I spoke Khmer to him, he always made sure I got the pronunciation right. But our relationship wasn’t one of those where if we didn’t speak to each other, it was awkward, or uncomfortable. We didn’t mind being with one another and not saying anything at all. There was no such thing as a language barrier, because it was never a problem for us.

Often, we would drive from place to place on his motorbike. I had never been on a motorbike before, but I liked how smooth it was to get around and how close I got to be to Chhang. He smelled like vanilla.

We were driving to one of the work sites, to see our finished project, when he looked at me and said, “I, aah, I love you!!” As he said it, he pointed to him, then pointed to his heart, then pointed to me. His “I love you” was portrayed by both spoken language and body language (laughs). But by the look in his eyes, his “I love you” really came from the heart, too.

The rest of the day, he kept telling me “I love you”. At first, I thought he was trying to make me feel better about saying “I love you” on the first day I met him. So I would say, “We are friends now, right?” He would always reply with “I love my friend.” From his body language, and the sound of his voice, it seemed liked he really meant it.

I was dumbstruck. From the beginning, I had really liked Chhang, but with every “I love you”, he broke me down a little further. In the end, I had fallen in love with him. He was a sweetheart, a true gentleman. His smiles were genuine and his friendship was golden. He was so goodhearted and kind to me.

I had never known what it was like for someone you like to feel the same way about you. It’s a truly special feeling, knowing you are loved in such a special way by such a special person. I can’t even explain it, really. It’s precious and unbelievable in  indescribable ways.

Our last day together sped by quickly. By the time we had to leave the village, I felt like everything was too rushed. I didn’t want to leave. I loved being in the village, and I loved being with  Chhang. I didn’t want to think about how that was my last day with him. I held everyone up, because I went around looking for him when he had to go. Once I found him, I gave him a big hug. After a moment, he return the embrace. His strong arms held my small body close, for a long time. Then, he let go of my waist, held my hands, and thanked me, and told me he loved me. I did the same.

I tried to be strong, I smiled the whole time, telling him I would miss him. But inside, I was broken. I knew this was the last time I’d see him.

I assumed I’d get over it after a little while. It was just another silly crush, right? But here I am, months later, and still missing him like crazy.

I want to say, “love hurts”, but it wasn’t the love that hurt. It was the fact that this love had to end. And because I had never loved someone like I loved him before, I didn’t know how to deal with these feelings.

I’m glad you came into my life, Chhang. I love you and miss you and you will always have a special place in my heart. 

Thank you, Chhang. Thank you so much.

This was lovely.