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Pasta with Fresh Tomatoes, Basil, Garlic, Olive Oil, and Parmesan Cheese.
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Jul 22, 2014 / 10,613 notes


Pasta with Fresh Tomatoes, Basil, Garlic, Olive Oil, and Parmesan Cheese.

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Jul 22, 2014 / 23,719 notes


dammit sammy we exorcise not exercise

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Jul 22, 2014 / 54,443 notes


Yoncé - Beyoncé. Chanel Iman, Joan Smalls, Jourdan Dunn. This video is absolute perfection.

Jul 22, 2014 / 137,595 notes



Actual Advice Mallard.

Bad news for the guy with the forearm fetish.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

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When Madonna came out with her hit Vogue you knew it was over. She had taken a very specifically queer, transgendered, Latino and African-American phenomenon and totally erased that context with her lyrics, “It makes no difference if you’re black or white, if you’re a boy or girl.” Madonna was taking in tons of money, while the Queen who actually taught her how to Vogue sat before me in the club, strung out, depressed and broke. So if anybody requested Vogue or any other Madonna track, I told them, “No, this is a Madonna free zone! And as long as I’m DJ-ing you will not be allowed to Vogue to the decontextualized, reified, corporatized, liberalized, neutralized, asexualized, re-genderized, pop reflection of this dancefloor’s reality!
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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) (1983) Vs. Seven Nation Army (2003)


Press play and you will find yourself wearing a long black coat on a windy city street holding a firearm that won’t be invented for another 50 years, your voice will be a full octave deeprer AND YOUR HAIR WILL LOOK PERFECT.

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Jul 22, 2014 / 45,164 notes


does anybody have a download link for a 6’2 boy with dark hair and light eyes who likes the same music as me

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Jul 22, 2014 / 896,735 notes


i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me


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