look. look at it. it looks so soft, doesn’t it? it’s so billowy. so velvety. i want to roll around in field of it. i want to stuff my pillows with it. i want to lay on my back and look up at clouds of it and talk about how that one looks like a teddy bear and that one looks like a hot air balloon and that one looks like barry white’s perm.
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Aretha Franklin: Halle Berry Should Portray Me In Film
THIS IS YOUR FREAKING FAULT!!
i snapped this at my local Kroger in Louisville, KY. madness.
okay, so. i’m not following kanye west on twitter because… i don’t know why. probably because everybody else was so geeked about it (my number 1 rule in life is basically “if you like it, i hate it.”), and also because i couldn’t picture him saying anything beyond something along the lines of ‘IM SO GREAT!’ ‘OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW GREAT I AM?’ ‘WHY WON’T YOU LET ME BE GREAT?’ ‘ITALIAN CLOTHES I CAN’T EVEN SAY LET ALONE SPELL!’ and… i was kind of right about that. but i must say that i’ve finally found an odd appreciation for kanye’s tweets, and it’s the same appreciation that i have for 50 Tyson‘s tweets. i kind of love the ones that are just completely batshit and make me scratch my head and say ‘….wat?’
this could have EASILY come from kanye.