COME RIDE THE CRIMSON WAVE WITH ME and push a few haters off their boards on the way. (ph by Georgia Grace Gibson, who you should totally check out ’cause she’s crazy talented)
peacocking (noun) 1. Ostentatious dress or behaviour employed by a man in an attempt to impress women. (via wiki)
2. The art of dressing like a mutha-fluffin’ boss in order to beguile onlookers. (But mainly just ’cause doing so gives us the good feels.)
Step aside FOMO, there’s a new, far less catchy, acronym in town: FONBL. That’s right, Fear Of Not Being Liked. And slowly but surely, we’re all suffering from it.
Sidenote: Please forgive my shoddy Photoshop workmanship (whilst also marvelling at the effort that went in to creating this Bey and Tay mash-up).
The time of the year has arrived in which I shed all body hair, shed my many, many layers of Palmers Cocoa Butter Gradual Tan* and shed no pounds whatsoever. (Not for want of trying. Well, actually, I didn’t try. I just chose to sit on my already-beach-body-by-definition ass and eat chocolate instead.) Yup: it’s holiday time, baby. ?
(*totes collaboration/sponsorship material. I solemnly swear to continue to wear you daily, but would *love* to forgo the expenditure. COME AT ME, PALMERS! #pieandfashxpalmers) ph. via line-mag
Oh young and sassy Kate Moss, with your childlike ebullience and great winking, nose-crinkling capabilities; how I envy you so. The soreness of my freshly swollen shnoz prevents me from being such an expressional sasspot.