I have to say, much like mid-season 1 of “New Girl”, “The Mindy Project” second season has really found its stride. They’ve fixed a lot of the issues with the characters. The first season was a bit of a mess and not even a hot one, as they rearranged and assorted focal points to find their footing, but I’m glad I stuck it through because it’s now exactly what I was hoping for out of a Mindy Kaling project.
And as unrealistic and rom-com as it is, it gives me that false confidence that an ultra-feminine, intelligent, vain chubby woman of color obsessed with pop culture can have her pickings of basic white dudes. Hero.
11:32 pm • 9 December 2013 • 272 notes
This happened earlier tonight and I feel like Tumblr is the place for this to go. Some dude who is fb friends with Kyle* made a “joke” in regards to a picture of Kyle and I. It was blatant rape mentality, to which I lightly responded to and my other bestie Caitie came in with the assist. Of course he responds with another douchebag comment. Caitie and I g-chatted on the whatthefuckery of this dude and she said “i hate that women can still be dissed for being single and for men it’s an accomplishment.”
It truly is mind-blowing that these kind of jokes are still made. That the biggest dig you can throw at two women you don’t know is that they don’t have a man in their lives.
*It should be noted that Kyle does not share his fb friends’ awful humor. Kyle is actually funny and rapeless.
9:35 pm • 9 December 2013 • 4 notes
This is the Outbreak poster with all text removed.
I’ll always love Outbreak because the female main character’s name is Robby and I had never heard of another female Robbie in my life up until that point (I was 10 probably) and it made me feel very good and second-hand proud.
8:33 pm • 9 December 2013 • 30 notes
Like what’s the point of going to parties without photobooths anymore
10:22 pm • 8 December 2013 • 3 notes
I got hooked up last minute to the Jingleball and I was really only intrigued to see Miley live. And man, there are a lot of things I shake my head at her about (none of which has to do with her sexy/bad girl play— more to do with her cultural appropriation), but she’s no doubt a performer. You can’t deny her commanding presence. She’s got massive pipes too, I could hear her soundcheck this morning from outside the Staples Center and Wrecking Ball just smashed. Pop music can be so strong, man. It hits me harder more than anything.
1:04 am • 7 December 2013
All Night Prom at Disneyland, 1961 - Photographed by Ralph Crane.
One of my favourite photosets.
(Source: ashxgrattan, via raeofloveandsun)
11:52 pm • 5 December 2013 • 20,445 notes
“Realizing I deserved better changed everything.”
— Six Word Story #82 by absentions (via occluding)
11:44 pm • 5 December 2013 • 70,019 notes
My best friend Caitie turned 26 so we ate a bunch of Chinese food at her downtown loft, had a photoshoot, and watched “A Walk to Remember” because OBVIOUSLY.
11:52 pm • 3 December 2013 • 2 notes
I’ve never tried to play an instrument since completely ROCKIN at the Recorder in 4th grade, but I picked up my roomie’s ukelele because I just really needed to know how to play the Adventure Time theme song in my dinosaur onesie all of a sudden. So here I am 15 minutes later. The struggle is real but, I could be about that Zooey D life?
10:08 pm • 2 December 2013 • 2 notes
Joe Jonas: My Life As a Jonas Brother | Vulture
The first time I smoked weed was with Demi and Miley. I must have been 17 or 18. They kept saying, “Try it! Try it!” so I gave it a shot, and it was all right.
8:04 pm • 1 December 2013 • 485 notes
Started putting up my Christmas decorations
2:23 pm • 1 December 2013 • 2 notes
A portrait of a twenty-something at 2 in the morning on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, delaying responses to the drunken texts from a crush, the way Beyonce would probably, and simultaneously sobering up from the beer that was bought for her by a Filipino dude that repeatedly referred to her as ‘Ma’ and who was wearing a Lakers jersey paired with a Lakers beanie she mistook for a sweatband. And then, she remembered that as she walked through the bar’s dance floor toward the bathroom a group of guys parted ways to let her walk through them like a goddamn queen, like Beyonce probably, and she heard one guy exude a “Dammnnn” as she quickly passed with her shoulders up in moderate embarrassment. She wanted to remember those moments, this beautifully vain space in time where a pseudo-hipster in glasses and a baggy sweater at a 90s r&b club night could get a free drink and a ‘damn’, and so, it was here she thought that the timing was just right. Just right to commemorate this feeling of youthful confidence in its most supreme expression. “Selfie” she whispered.
1:54 am • 1 December 2013 • 3 notes