“Good, you’ll lose the Diwali weight. LOL.”
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Well, you're a piece of shate.
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“Let it flow, let if flow…”
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Holy hell, should it be this hot in November!?
Are you a baby girl, a love ball, or do you need to know you’re being heard?
The only slowmo hamster video you will ever need to see.
“You’re like the maid of dishonor.”
This time… it’s poster art. Via iam8bit .
Labyrinth 2 by Ruben Ireland.
The Rocketeer: Crimson Skies by Alex Griendling.
Blade Runner 2054 by Cory Schmitz.
Fight Club 2 by Kaz Oomori.
Maybe try not being such a tough guy, tough guy. Let’s explore some feelings.
And everyone lost their minds.
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In an interview with NBC News , Simon said his work since being diagnosed with terminal cancer has “been a fight, it’s been an adventure, and it’s been an education and the most amazing experience of my life so far”.
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Insert Alanis Morissette joke here.
She’s quite the artist.
*sorry, decorate it.
Kim told People magazine: “Kanye had a box, a purse, this Hermès purse, and I opened it and I thought it was so cool. It was all painted really cool and then there was my computer and it said, ‘Press Play.' I pressed play and my daughter was sitting outside painting the purse."
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Although it would suggest he's maybe running out ideas for things to buy his wife.
You’re better than this, Bey.
The giveaway? The way that the curtains appear to bend inwards around her hips. These distortions are pretty commonplace when photo editing applications are used to alter the shape of someone's body. The fact that these distortions occur around her waist suggest that it has been retouched.
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Taylor Swift is everywhere. Maybe you've noticed. Love her or hate her, the trendsetting, genre-bucking, one-woman music industry is impossible to ignore, sparking National Dialog and upending whole economies with her every disarmingly genuine yet astonishingly self-aware move. Hot off the heels of a record-shattering week for her new album 1989, Swift was kind enough to send us a candid self-portrait (classic Taylor Swift Surprised Face™) and answer a few personal questions about the unheralded virtue of the Santa emoji, being held accountable on Tumblr, and an emotional encounter at New York's most solemn monument.
What’s the wallpaper on your phone right now? A picture of my dad holding my cat, Olivia, like how Simba is held up in The Lion King. She's giving total side-eye sass because clearly she found the pose to be cliché and beneath her level of sophistication.
What’s one word you’re guilty of using too often? I say "like" way too much and I always start my interview answers with, "I think for me, um..." I think I started doing it as a way to buy a few seconds of time before starting my answer and now it's really hard to break the habit. My friends on Tumblr have made GIF collages out of it. They don't let me get away with ANYTHING and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What’s the last thing you searched for on Google? Pictures of two eagles flying together/being friends. Don't ask.
What’s in your most frequently used emoji tab? The thumbs-up, the wide-eyed surprised-face emoji (go figure), and I think it's pretty important to send a random Santa emoji to people without any explanation at all. Because he's always watching.
What’s the first CD you ever bought? LeAnn Rimes' Blue and then Christina Aguilera's first album was the second. Even back then I struggled with choosing a favorite genre.
What three things are essential for any girls' night out? 1.) Gum/mints because you're going to be talking to people/laughing/whispering, so let's make that experience a good one for everyone involved. 2.) A charged phone because we need Yelp and because "I'm sorry I didn't meet up with you, my phone died!" is just a made-up excuse we use and not a real thing we let happen. 3.) Red lipstick because we're going to be loud so our lip color should be too. And if you don't need a lipstick touch-up at some point, you're not really living.
Which NYC tourist attraction is actually worth the hype? Visiting the World Trade Center Memorial is one of the most life-changing events you can experience. It's something you should be emotionally prepared for, because it's so real and honest, just like New York itself. I'll never forget the moment when I was in the "In Memoriam" room, looking at all of the photos of those who lost their lives that day. The man who had been giving me my tour looked at me and said, "Would you like to see my brother's picture?"
What's one thing you know at 24, that you didn't know at 22? I didn't realize that being in love with your life can be just as wonderful as being in love with another person. Every relationship takes work and effort, and when I put that work and effort into my friends, family, and fans... my life changed completely. I started making choices based on what I wanted, and didn't feel like I needed to justify them. If I wanted to cut my hair, I did it. If I wanted to move to New York, I did it. If I wanted to take a spontaneous road trip, I did it. At 24 I decided that my life is enough for me, and I stopped looking for some other piece to complete it. I also learned how to needlepoint ironic cross stitches of rap lyrics and gave them to my friends as presents. I'll let you decide which is the more important revelation.
Anne Widya creates little masterpieces for her children.
"In 2013 I posted a photo in Facebook, a fully decorated plate that I made for Andrew when he was sick."
“Shout out to all the pear…”
Ross told Westwood: “But now, they give me fruit to eat. I forgot what fruit tasted like…. I eat pears now and shit like that.”
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This Vine from the interview, uploaded 24 days ago, has now gone viral, having been looped around 20 million times.
We all use filters.
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And terrifying. From the new book Harry Potter: The Creature Vault.
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"Unlike creatures in many other films, the creatures of the Harry Potter films 'are very important to the story' says producer David Heyman. Harry Potter's story could not be told without them. They provide lessons and challenges to our hero that ultimately help him gain the confident needed for his battle with Lord Voldemort and the Dark Forces."
Below is just a selection of the pictures from the book.
"Scabbers, once so fat, was now very skinny, patches of fur seemed to have fallen out too." - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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Sgt. Joey Johnson — with a little help from his groomsmen — managed to get out of his wheelchair to dance at his wedding.
My boyfriend and I were going nowhere, so I did what any self-proclaimed gay academic would do: I re-read Roland Barthes.
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I was introduced to Roland Barthes' A Lover's Discourse by a good friend I was sleeping with. We'd just had brunch and sex when he told me, "Read it." I found his edition of the book on his bedside table. The yellowing pages were soft against my fingers as his own traced figures on my skin. "It's right up your alley."
"Why's that?" I said.
"You're like the book." He planted kisses down my spine with each word. "Intelligent. Gorgeous. Romantic..."
After another orgasm, I got a copy that very afternoon.
We weren't, nor would we ever be, "boyfriends." He was in a long-term open relationship (now marriage) and I was living in New York for just a few months. So I didn't expect much. But his warm brown eyes were engaging. We'd walk around Manhattan and talk about books. We'd go out to dinner and talk about writing. And we'd kiss and turn snowfall into rain.
We weren't sure what to call ourselves. He was older and established — my mentor, in a sense. So we played with the term "lover." How French, I thought. I could do French. But for Barthes, an actual gay Frenchman, being a lover was a different ordeal.
Barthes wrote A Lover's Discourse in 1977 as a collection of notes on amorous language. "Figures," he calls them, gestures of the lover at work. He says his goal is to present scenes of language wherein the lover might recognize himself. The whole thing reads like a dictionary of a lover's desire, an exercise in defining every move made, thought shared, word said. Or unsaid.
"Waiting," for example, Barthes describes as "the tumult of anxiety provoked by waiting for the loved being, subject to trivial delays (rendezvous, letters, telephone calls, returns)." He talks about waiting by the phone for his loved one to call. He dare not attempt to find him or call him lest he miss him. Barthes reports how his feelings ricochet between dread and anger and sadness, all while seated by the telephone. (Imagine if he had iMessage.)
"Am I in love?" he writes. "Yes, since I am waiting. The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits."
Barthes uses words to make a lucid mirror out of Discourse. But it was only two years later, when I looked into it again, that I recognized myself. This happened, predictably, when I found myself "a boyfriend."
We began using the word when we were having real estate problems in New York. I needed to move out of an apartment I couldn't afford and his landlord refused to renew his lease. After he texted me with this news, I called him.
"I think we can do it," he said. I could hear his crooked smile through the phone.
Between breathy laughs, I said, "I know we've only just met."
We'd already gone on four dates within nine days, so the intimate act of telephoning was permissible, among other suggestions. "We could live together."
The fact I could sit in silence with him, gaze into his steely blue eyes for hours, I willingly mistook for comfort. We'd walk around Brooklyn and stare at the pavement. We'd go out to dinner and chew on our food. But we'd kiss and turn the rain into steam.
He was beautiful and said the same of me. He'd text me good night and good morning. He was my age and single. These things, I decided, were good enough. And thus, I became the lover at work.
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adorable / adorable
Not managing to name the specialty of his desire for the loved being, the amorous subject falls back on this rather stupid word: adorable!
Via Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse
