”ALL I DO IS SIGN BOOBS AND BE TAKIN’ PICS.” 

Well hello, Shia! Hey, can you make ME a sandwich…bitch. LOL! I specifically remember telling myself that if I didn’t get my hands on this issue of GQ, i’d just die. That was the day I realized that time had been so good to Louis Stevens. Don’t get me wrong, I had a big crush on him then. However, these days he’s pretty much tipping the hot scale at a whopping One Kabillion. 

(via jgraphic)

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Oh, these guys? They’re just my heroes. Getting a bite to eat at some five-star restaurant as they chit-chat about some international affairs in Roc Nation. No big. This happens all the time! Except for when Kanye is preparing for a night of drunken madness with some Swedish chicks…

(via prerequisite, nevver)

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Lucy, you’re matching my mood to a T! Best part is that it’s only 2:30..

It all started with me falling in love with Gaga’s spiked Letterman. Then, when I was finally able to peel my eyes away from her jacket, I journeyed on over to Kanye’s website and realized how much I fancied his creative idea to add vintage-like frames to his photos. The rest is pretty much history. It doesn’t bleed perfection, as I whipped it up within 15 minutes, but I kind of like it! I’ll probably try this again down the line. Oh, and by the way, I stole one of your many frames Kanye. Eh, I owe you one. 

Where’s Google Translation when you need it? Our friend Kanye is currently getting faded with a pack of Swedish chicks. THIS SHIT IS CRAZY! Drunk tweeter! It’s ridiculous how much I love you ‘Ye. 

(via neeshhearts)

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GIMME! I’ve noticed recently that I’m beginning to fancy floral print dresses, thanks to seeing how cute they can be if worn right. However, this kind of dress is more my speed if we’re talking floral. Unlike most, I happen to like poofy!

(via chocolatvixxxen, freshlyshitmf-er)

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This can’t possibly be the official cover, can it? It’s too early. Whatever, THIS IS LEGIT! LOVE IT. Ye’s mascot bear is just as famous as he is! 

I am determined to sink my teeth into a Sprinkle’s Cupcake. I’m hearing it’s practically the Starbucks for cupcakes. If we do the math and combine the fact that I am a fanatic of both Starbucks and quality cupcakes, we’ve got wonderful magic. Plus, owning my own bakery has a home on my list of things I want to do before I kick the bucket turn 30. It would be nice to stroll into a Sprinkles, pick up a beautifully baked creation, and devise a fool-proof plan to knock out the competition-no plankton(ah, i’m kidding). Needless to say, there’s a slim chance of this happening any time soon as there isn’t a Sprinkles anywhere in Michigan. Oh, what a surprise! Who knows, maybe I can kidnap a friend and hitch-hike to the nearest location with a Sprinkles. 

This is my kind of revenge. Instead of slashing tires and throwing bricks through windows, just hit the streets of LA, clad in the best digs in your closet (plus your cute kid!), and show that you’re way too amazing to even care that you’re going through a nasty divorce with the Black Michelin Man (stole that amazing nickname from Chucksass). Meanwhile, he’ll be frolicking on the beach with another basic bitch that is 70,000,000 levels below your greatness. In the words of Jay-Z, to me that’s a win-win!