Gabe’s birthday din. Breakfast for dinner+mimosas. My friends>your friends (Taken with instagram)
Gabe’s birthday din. Breakfast for dinner+mimosas. My friends>your friends (Taken with instagram)
Resentment of labels is more than likely a tired subject, but more often than I should, I find myself saying: “Is that it?”.
And I’m saying this because everyone else is saying:
I’m a hipster.
I’m a vegetarian.
I’m a Christian.
I’m an atheist.
I’m straight.
I’m gay.
I’m bored.
I’m depressed.
You know what else you are? A goddamned, multi-dimensional human being. You don’t have to define yourself. Especially because, I guarantee: what you worship, what you eat, and who you have sex with are not the most interesting things about who you are. They may seem like a big deal, but they just aren’t. Anyone worth knowing will figure out who you are without you having to spell out every namesaking thing that you believe you are.
Wild-Bleu’s HUGE SUMMER GIVEAWAY!
My last giveaway for spring was maybe my most fun yet, and here’s my final giveaway of 2012! Yeah, those are literally all of my summer clothes from 2011. My entire summer closet, all of it, goes to one lucky winner.
Prizes:
-17 chiffon tank tops from Acne
-7 pairs of lightwash jeans from Rag&Bone
-13 bags
-8 blazers
-26 pairs of shorts from Rag&Bone
-3 pairs of shorts from American Apparel
-10 pairs of shorts from Urban Outfitters
-34 summer dresses
-9 loose long-sleeve tops
-2 pairs of summer shoes
-and MUCH MORE!
Rules:
-you must follow wild-bleu, if you don’t want to follow please don’t waste your time, you won’t be chosen
-no likes! they will not be counted
-reblog at least once, but no more than 10 times (i’m using a random selector, i want to keep it relatively fair)
-i ship international
-winner will be chosen on june 25th
-i will personally message the winner on tumblr, if i get no response in 48 hours i will choose another winner
What are you waiting for? This is honestly the chance of a lifetime. REBLOG!
(via eatsreadsshoots)
That girl from Blue Valentine was such a bitch. Your husband is an alcoholic because you are such a bitch. He’s a beautiful father, and your daughter likes him better.
WHOOPS, I forgot it’s fiction. But really.