I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this.
EVERYONE TAKE A MINUTE TO JUST APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DONALD GLOVER EXISTS AND KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP
“The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve learned that I have to open myself up to all opportunities. Maybe I’ll get burned and not meet the right people, but I won’t know until I do it.”
Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.
Not that anybody asked for my opinion but the met gala sucked it always sucks and everyone was right in saying these people have money and access to resources and they can’t come up with an original idea. Technology has done so much for the industry with the creation of smart textiles we can make garments out of soured milk!!! We can make garments that react to environments we can make dresses that start smoking when you’re approached or start lighting up when your body temperature changes!!! All of these designers are out there and everyone just … Wore silver … Sparkly silver and nobody pushed any boundaries for the theme the Zac Posen dress was the closest thing I saw to something really resembling Fashion in the age of Technology anyway I’m done with fashion it’s dead officially everyone is supporting the mundane
“Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“I have three older brothers.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Wilson played first table on the chess team, Chester used to start crying every time he heard a sad song, Dan can really rock a cocktail dress and six-inch heels, and I wasn’t going to let anyone give them any shit for any of that. So I had to learn to beat up people bigger than me pretty early on.”
This is my new favourite post. Whenever there’s a female character who fights, it’s always because she’s learned from older male relatives. I’m gonna print this post and put it on my wall bc it gave me new hope for humanity.
I was ugly as fuck in middle school.
Now look at me.
Ugly as fuck in high school.