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youandmeandthezombieapocalypse:

RINKO KIKUCHI PHOTOGRAPHED BY MARIANO VIVANCO
STYLING: NICOLA FORMICHETTI

DSECTION Issue 08

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beeishappy:

TCR | 2014.09.16 | Unlocking the Truth is a metal band made up of teenage musicians, none over 13 years old. The group performed at Coachella and the Vans Warped Tour in 2014 and has opened for Guns N’ Roses and Queens of the Stone Age. They are now signed under Sony with a $1.8 million recording contract.

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curlyteekay:

ayema-lemmiegetchotumbla:

engraved-in-his-palm:

amberemme:

darshanapathak:

ezelrod:

hexthepatriarchy:

rosariummm:

darshanapathak:

I’ve always wanted to try a strappy monokini, but when I saw the gorgeous Nicki Minaj & Bei Badgirl sporting some cute strappy looks, I knew I had to have one! This one is courtesy of Oasap, you can find it here. Cute right?

😍😍😍😍

HOW ARE YOU REAL.

I love how happy she looks.

That’s actually a 100% genuine smile, completely unplanned. I get kind of posey and stuck with photos sometimes but my boyfriend took this photo and was telling me how great I looked and making jokes and building me up and snapped that candid smile. I love the photos mainly for that reason.

😻

I will forever be here for the bigger girls in monokinis.

😩😩😩😩🙌🙌🙌 YES

She made me want one now

She looks great and I am so jealous about this

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Maybe someday

Maybe someday I want someone to hold

Someone to touch

Someone to make love to the darkest deepest part of me

Someone who won’t leave when I show them all I am

Maybe someday you’ll touch me in the places I’m afraid to feel

Show me the things that I’m missing

Show me different places I have never seen

Show me the pleasures that are so surreal

Maybe someday I’m meet the man that I dream

To be the one that I will love

To be the one I trust with my deepest fears

To be the one I have wanted and will stay with me

Showroom screens

Clap

I need an audience

I need a market

For the brand I am

I sell you this make belief

This lovely fakery

And all because I’m not here for love

Give me all the money

So watch me spin around

Underground there’s nothing

Watch me play about

When I’m around

There’s nothing good to be found

Applaud

I need a sacrifice

I need an offering

For the shit you’re buying

But trying to pretend you’re above

This pretty robbery

And all because I’m not built for love

Show me the money

STAP!!! lool so funny

STAP!!! lool so funny

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mingle

Swill and swirl

Look at all those curves

Just imagine

The racket we’ll cause

Shake and twirl

Look at this subject

The magic

Will flow, flow, go

As we dance

Look what happens

This kind of madness

Has got us, gone gone gone

Watch us crawl

Look at our bodies

We’re flying

We’re so beautiful

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mentalalchemy:

systemofadowny:

neon-squiggles:

donechesters:

pete860:

holy shit

#people underestimate how scary as fuck Pokemon would be if it were a movie not a children’s cartoon

I haven’t agreed with a tag more

I want to see more art like this.

MOAR
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onlyblackgirl:

thatvoltagechic:

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

xxvoltagefreakxx

"The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon?"
Goodnight. 

onlyblackgirl:

thatvoltagechic:

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

xxvoltagefreakxx

"The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon?"

Goodnight

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