Reblog if you love bright, glittery patterns.
// Tired of stripping.//
Sometimes I hate being a stripper. Don’t get me wrong the money is straight. But more often than not I find myself hating dancing. men are Fucking dogs. And the majority of them actually believe I care what’s coming out of their mouth. Just shut up and pay me. they want to carry on pointless conversations. Compliment after compliment. I’m tired of it. “You’re a bad bitch.” “Damn you’re Fucking fine.” I’m disgusted by all these damn words. And the majority of the time they’re broke. Waste of time.
Love
Photo by Elle Muliarchyk for Garage S/S 2012
When I see a woman like this I can’t help but think of my ancestors and how beautiful they must have been. Carrying themselves with pride. Their very essence just glowing with glory.
(via powderdoom)
Beauty fades
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Whitney Houston bows after performing “I Didn’t Know My Own Strength” at the 2009 American Music Awards in Los Angeles. Photos | Obituary | Her last performance | 1996 Style profile
Photo by Mario Anzuoni (Reuters)
Just typing what I feel hoping someone out there can relate.
