blissful x daydreams.

Brooklyn native, New York City resident. Dreaming with my eyes open x Living beyond my means.

michaelswrath:


"There is evil in this world, hatred and revenge."

THIS. Angelina Jolie as Maleficient.

michaelswrath:

"There is evil in this world, hatred and revenge."

THIS. Angelina Jolie as Maleficient.

(Source: castiel-winging-it)

The Latin Bellatrix Lestrange/Sade? I love it!

(Source: youtube.com)

shaybelle:

Beyonce DID THIS SHIT.

shaybelle:

Beyonce DID THIS SHIT.

(Source: smelf, via thomasthegreat)

syntheticpurple:

pink-vulva:

don’t even open ur mouth to brag about eating pussy if u didn’t know that pussies have a ph balance. sit the fuck down nigga. know what u are eating and consuming. 

Lmao.

bitchville:

X-Ray Portraits of Couples by Ayako Kanda | Mayuka Hayashi

Something about gray/salt and peppered hair just gets me.  Every time I see someone with silvery tresses I stop dead in my tracks, awe-stricken. The lustre, the highlights, the lowlights, the acceptance of growing older and not giving into societal pressures to appear as young as humanly possible.

That’s confidence.

And now I will bombard you with multiple images of beauteous gray haired people. You’re welcome.

“The gaze that the colonized subject casts at the colonist’s sector is a look of lust, a look of envy. Dreams of possession. Every type of possession; of sitting at the colonist’s table and sleeping in his bed, preferably with his wife. The colonized man is an envious man.”

—   Frantz Fanon 

"Cash In" by Solange
from the debut release on Saint Records, “Saint Heron”
Written and arranged by Solange
Produced by Solange and Tim Anderson
Available via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/saintheron

“i love lipstick. i want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. i like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. i like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when i want to dress up my melancholy. i like sharing lipstick with sisters. and i laugh at boys that think i wear lipstick for them to notice, i laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. i like when i kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. i was six and i cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.”

If you was really the realest,

Wouldn’t be fightin’ it,

I think your pride is just (in the way),

Funny how everything changed,

Once you got all that you wanted,

Nothing was ever the same…

(Source: Spotify)