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)
*Chandler voice* Could there be a more perfect image for me?! A vagina, made of DAISIES. Genius. I digress… Join me as I march purposefully into the unchartered territory of female masturbation, and help me put it back on the MAP. OH YEAH. (ph. source unknown)
Considering the amount of time I dedicate to pondering the state of the downstairs baguette (not a euphemism), I might title this thought-train ‘Sex and Baguettes’. Maybe that’ll be the title of my first memoir. Savvy marketing tool, too, because who *doesn’t* like at least one of those things? (ph. via the uhmayzing Sarah Bahbah and her photo-series Sex & Takeout)
Ever felt like you’re in a world-wide web of replication? Finding it hard to differentiate one fashun blogger from another? You could be suffering with a case of Blog Fog: a haziness that sets in upon witnessing the seventh photo featuring a pair of perfectly distressed, ripped jeans, offset with a classic Chanel bag and some Tony Bianco lace-up heels. Nude, rounded-off nails, optional.
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.)
We were on holiday near a place called Heraklion. I made a joke about premature herakulation and started referring to the holiday as our ‘holidaisy’. My ego was soaring. My fake tan was fresh. Conditions were great. We decided to make a sex tape… (ph. via Tumblr)