It has been a long, hard fortnight.
I’m in the crabbiest of moods, and I just want to stuff my face with enormous slices of flour-less chocolate cake (why flour-less, you ask? It’s super rich and thick, not unlike Ryan Lochte).
Anyway, I feel there’s only one person to call upon in such circumstances.
O to the Winfrey.
Oh Oprah, where art thou?
Please come through on your magical flying Lamborghini (or private jet, or whatever your preferred method of transportation is) to sort out my ENTIRE LIFE (including this angry kink in my back!). I don’t mind if you bring Gayle or Stedman - we can have a massive sleepover, eat popcorn and you can tell me all about your favourite things.
In Oprah’s name, we wish.
Aint’ that the truth?
I’m normally very promiscuous in terms of giggling/laughter: I’ll usually dole it out to anyone, anywhere.
The one exception to this is if you’re a terrible person.
In this case, I will literally bite the inside of my mouth to stop myself from laughing, irrespective of how hilarious your joke may be.
I think you mean that I’m petty-cularly petty-ful!
I’d like to think that my laughter suppression/my terrible puns are crazy-awesome and, in fact, reflect my immense maturity as a person.
Yep, I am totally winning at this growing up thing.
My face when people* express spiteful racial stereotypes.
Less than impressed.
This also applies to spiteful comments regarding homosexuality, gender and gender identity.
*Note: People, in this situation, refers to particularly vociferous morons; who have miraculously managed to engage their Broca’s area. I guess some congratulations are due?
A photographer by the name of Dina Goldstein has captured beautiful, contemporary photographs of Disney Princesses; as imagined after their fairytale endings.
These female protagonists, who were born out of folklore but idolised, arguably, as a result of generation-spanning Disney propaganda; have unequivocally been knocked off their pedestals, and are now the victims of modern societal issues.
It’s wonderfully creative, and we encourage you to see more of the series at Cargoh.
Image source: Cargoh.
I giggled at this way, way longer than I care to admit.
But, look at the tiny little marshmallowy, ice cream poop!!!!
Everyone poops, but this particular variant is more adorable than the ush.
This is my instantaneous reaction to almost every choice I make in life.
I think I need to stop making decisions like a giddy snuffleapagus.
Zoh. my. gahd.
Donald Glover AKA Childish Gambino AKA one talented muthachugger is producing and starring in his own show.
I’m actually beyond ridiculously excited. Someone get me some pressed khakis, so that I can celebrate in appropriate fashion (as demonstrated below)!
Hustlin’ every day to make that money.
Mr. Teeny Penguin knows what’s up.
Look at him, with his ‘fancy gentlemen’ hat and briefcase, hurrying to the Antarctic Stock Exchange.
Sah. Incredibly. Cute.
Quick, Mr. T: there’s a dip in krill shares! Time to buy up!
Can we take a second to talk about how amazing the Dior 2013-2014 ready to wear (under Raf Simons) is? Striking, architectural and aesthetically intriguing. Wunderbar.
Image via: vogue.com
Then, there is Alber Elbaz of Lanvin; who consistently produces magic. The Lanvin Autumn Winter 2013 Women’s Collection is no exception; featuring feminine silhouettes, set against dark tones and whimsical accessories.
Image via: Elle UK
Absolutely loving the return to refined elegance.