RINKO KIKUCHI PHOTOGRAPHED BY MARIANO VIVANCO
STYLING: NICOLA FORMICHETTI
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.
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.
She made me want one now
She looks great and I am so jealous about this
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
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
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
Swill and swirl
Look at all those curves
The racket we’ll cause
Shake and twirl
Look at this subject
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 so beautiful
I haven’t agreed with a tag more
I want to see more art like this.
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
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:
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.
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
"The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon?"