The only version of “Bad Blood” I will ever give even the teeniest, tiniest fuck about:

I’m not replying to him since I don’t want to get into it since he 1.) strikes me as more than a little on the trolly side and 2.) I have to go to sleep in an hour but, my response to him would be as follows:

Dude, it was gun-kata.

“presidential candidate and animate wet fart Donald Trump”

For those of us who love to wear flats, but forever worry about the state of our fallen arches, I suggest these:

For those of us who love to wear flats, but forever worry about the state of our fallen arches, I suggest these:

I feel that the following link will fully meet your “sexy skull face” picture needs:

As long as they leave my gingerbread lattes alone, I’ll be cool.

Oh good, cause Lord knows I need something exactly like this. My pits are literally always gross smelling, even just after showering (as in I will literally just have washed my pits with a loofah and deodorizing soap, and they still smell terrible). Also, my underarm hair grows a lot like the hair on my head: very,…

I just got back from my uncle’s retirement party. I survived, but it was just super awkward for me. Most of the people were almost/elderly, and except for a handful of relatives I haven’t seen in a long time (and am not close to), I didn’t know anyone. And I am that awkward Black person who has mostly zero love for…

So basically, this:

*shifty eyes*

(Sort of) related:

True off-price buying happens when the designer has overstock and is selling off merchandise at well below their desired margins in order not to lose money on a production run - sometimes they are even off-loading it at what it cost to produce because they can’t move it.

*smirk*

The only good thing about Oreos is the cookie part, and only in the “Golden” version.

It reminds me a lot of what some people say about Tom Hiddleston (may his blessings be ever upon us): not so hot in still photos, but sexy as hell in motion.

That there is some glogious #Shade

All of this. I agree with every word.

I haven’t seen my damn collarbones since I hit puberty (and the giant boobs started growing in).

I had almost the same thing happen to me around that age - the only difference was mine was a boy, and he kept trying to show me his underwear.