i am enough.

ro-s-aspa-rks:

Ask and you shall receive.

Y’all didn’t believe I can’t rub my lips together when I put on lip stuff.

Well here is the evidence.

I love you. so hard. 

Remember that time I met RosaSparks for beers on the wharf and we split a bacon & cheese sandwich and everything was rainbows and unicorns and snark and face-palms-at-humanity and absolutely amazing?

Yeah, me too; it was last Friday. 

I have known this woman since she was born. We were raised by the same village. I’m sure that makes me biased, but even still, I think this is just too lovely not to share.

Just. Too. Lovely. 

(Source: vimeo.com, via cancerninja)

bailey:

I only wear real fur. (Taken with instagram)

this lady. guh. <3

hennnypotter:

Ladies and germs: Ball, of Ball and Goats.

therealkatiewest:

If you think seeing a naked woman 
is a disappointment 
because what you had imagined was so much 
better than what was there, may I suggest looking at it in a new way.

Maybe instead of pondering
the tentacles and mouths beneath 
her clothes, 
you could ponder the bright things 
that lurk beneath her skin. You can look 
at her glistening pussy lips and wonder, 
my god, 
             what rivers 
must run through her body to create 
that overflow of wetness. You can look at her breasts, 
dark and sensitive and soft, feeling 
in your hands like the greatest of treasures, and come 
up with multiple theories as to what lies 
beneath them that could possibly make them mould 
so perfectly 
to your touch and respond so enthusiastically 
to your tongue.

Her body is so much more 
miraculous and dream-worthy and mysterious 
when naked than when she wears clothes.

The mystery has never been what might be 
found under her clothes; that is just something of hers 
she lets
            you enjoy 
because she thinks you to be clever. The mystery
is in imagining what writhes under her skin that makes her body move the way it does; 
what worlds are inside her that create a gravitational pull so unyielding; 
what makes her body a fertile ground, enough to grow the tenderness 
of her gaze, the audacity of her courage, and the ferocity of her tongue.

The mystery has always been 
how you plan on maintaining your cleverness 
for just long enough
to convince her to let you stay
with her, there,
                        and naked, too, beside her.

(This is a response to a (much better) poem by Neil Gaiman about nudity. The poem is a collaboration with artist Olivia De Berardinis and you can buy a poster of it here. The art is beautiful, and so is the poem, especially if you read it out loud, which I suggest you do. It’s just that, I have never in my life been disappointed when a woman has taken off her clothes for me. I could never be disappointed by nakedness because I know the basics of what to expect, but I will never know what’s underneath the nakedness that makes the person suddenly more mysterious, more miraculous, more dream-worthy, more interesting, more perfect as soon as they’re standing naked in front of me.)

pancakenation:

Fucking cats.

so my sister just called me to talk to me about some health stuff and then we just kept talking and we were on the phone for over 40 minutes before her husband asked, “why don’t you just go over there?”

she lives next door. 

(via bluemeanies)

laphamsquarterly:

good:

motherjones:

Oh this? This is just the First Lady of the United States doing “The Dougie.”

We support this.

We were going to contrast this with The Onion’s classic “Why Does Our Joyless President Never Dance?” column on FDR, but then we found this:

 ”There has been no fast dancing at any White House function since the uproar and the President declines to even try a foxtrot, the only dance he does.” -LIFE Magazine, June 17, 1966

i love her.

(via wnyc)

mynameisabi:

precariousowl:

for abi <3 come back soon so we can karaoke-it up!

filed under ‘I’m a dork’

filed under ‘Abi makes the world a better place’

(Source: theprecariousowl)

mynameisabi:

I popped to my brothers to see if I had any post, and look what I found! It’s a postcard from Amsterdam, but sent from Israel. I wonder who it could be from…

Oh yes, it’s the wonderful Miss Julia. My first ever Tumblr person meet up. And I couldn’t have wished for a better one.

Thank you, my lovely, lovely lady :)

OH YAY! It’s mail day! good lord that was supposed to arrive in december….