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One thing i could never comprehend is why so many ppl around me don’t like Solange. it’s like do you have a legit reason besides saying “oh she’s tryna be like her sister but she FAILS” or “she’s not like Beyonce”..
its like ppl say she’s tryna be like Beyonce and its like REAL TALK: SHE NOT THO. her lyrics,style,and,music pretty much answers ppl’s questions.. or they say “she’s not Beyonce” and I’m like oh my bad Did we want a second beyonce? I LOVE THE KNOWLES SISTERS but i can relate more to Solange. lol
VivaSolange
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I don’t like compliments, and I don’t see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn’t mean.
Oscar Wilde
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And I’ve decided that my favorite parts are Pryce and Sterling’s appearances. Had a laugh when Pryce responded with “Well now that should take the sting out of things” in response to Campbell’s personal news of a new baby (in reference to telling his father in law that he needs to drop his company’s Clearasil account. )
I’ve decided my favorite part of Mad Men is now when Lane Pryce (Jared Harris) appears magically from behind walls.

As my hair grow, I find my taste in go to hair styles moving towards the faithful up do. My collection of retro accessories…more so my hair combs and sticks are growing. Like jewelry and most shoes, hair accessories are the faithful underdogs to a woman’s wardrobe (they care not if you’ve lost/gain weight. Feeling dressy or casual). This is a list of my wants(that is…if I had an extra hundred laying around with no guilt over it being put to better use like say…my bills?)
1. Japanese Kanzashi(aka 3D Accessory Heaven)
More specific - Vintage Japanese chrysanthemum kanzashi
2. Hair comb, Czech retro gold tone metal
4. Vintage Lucite Jewel Hair Ornatment
5. Neon Vitrail - Fabric Flower Hair Bouquet (Caustic Spoiler: I will work this mother inside and out. Stunning!)
List courtesy of http://craftgossip.com/

For a long time I thought falling in love meant surrendering my body, soul, life and personality. With every past relationship, I was a mirror like compound of versatile putty. Multifaceted, bendable and ever so yielding. (Of course, the fire was always there, pushed down unseen. My core.) I became the current suitor’s version of the perfect woman or something close to it. In a way, It was always easy to walk away when I grew weary of the part I played that was never me.
Sometimes, I forgot who I was and often spent a long time in aftermath of my random relationships relearning who I was and liked. I think love without the presence of understanding, learning and real connection is truly the essence of fast food love - a temporary airy sugar rush without substance or real value.
I’m older now. I see me now, I’m human. Life is not a play nor I, the perpetual method actor. I’m bendable. I still go with the flow. To live otherwise in a world that is changing and evolving every yoctosecond/less is a fool’s game of control. The next time I fall? I vow to fall with my unique grace and imperfect self intact - I’ll fall with, not without.