This Blog Hates Donald Trump

me: i love this band

first day of college in media: “Please open up your textbooks to chapter three because I expect you to have already read the first two chapters in preparation for starting this class”

i always think its so wacky that picasso was drawing near lifelike portraits at age 15 and think “wow, thats so crazy. thats a once in a century kind of talent huh” and i never really thought i’d see that kind of kid in my lifetime. but this kid is past where picasso was and hes 4 years ahead of the curve no less.

Let’s play a guessing game. Picture a woman in pop culture. - Largely well known and respected in her field of work by professionals and fans alike. - Has a very recognizable voice. - Married. He also works in the same field. His reputation is enough to rival her own, maybe even more successful than she is. - Once suspected her husband of committing adultery. Sometimes seen as unsupportive, even by fans. His bum ass definitely doesn’t deserve her. - Three children. The oldest is a daughter named after a color (protect her). - T H I C C

Australian comedian Jim Jefferies points out the ridiculousness of American pro-gun arguments. x x

Do you remember talking to me in the early morning? When all you could think about was my lips on yours, and your hands grasping mine, holding secrets you never shared. When neither of us wanted to sleep, because the memories we made were so much better than our dreams. Do you remember running your hands up my legs tentatively, silently telling me how much you wanted me? I remember every second. Do you?

What am I wearing today? I am wearing scars. From numerous procedures, teenage angst, and childhood slip ups. I am wearing stretch marks, because my body has changed since I was 7 years old. It’s forever shifting and it will continue to do so until I die. I am wearing my hair down, natural, because my hair has a distinct feel to it, a uniqueness, something I’ve grown to love. I am wearing makeup, because I woke up and wanted to experiment with new looks to feel like a queen. Wait, why am I explaining myself to you. Fuck that, let me restart. I am wearing scars. Because I fucking can. I am wearing stretch marks. Because I fucking feel like it. I am wearing my hair down. Because I fucking like it. I am wearing makeup. Because I fucking want to.