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“He nailed it,” Green told TMZ, praising Obama’s rendition.

You know you want to watch it again: Obama sings Al Green — Tanya

People always say that it’s nice to have someone with whom to share the experience when you’re traveling, and this is certainly true. But sometimes, it can be so nice to NOT have to share a moment with someone, to NOT have to turn to your traveling companion and verbally acknowledge what you’ve just seen, but rather to selfishly take it all in for yourself. You can tell the rest of the world about it later, if you want. For now, it’s just yours.

I <3 <3 <3 traveling alone. When I think of my best moments, the moments when I’ve felt the most confident, the most glamourous, the most like the person I want to be, they all take place in airports and airplanes, by myself, at the beginning of a journey.

[How the Internet Changed Solo Travel: The Hairpin]

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TRUE! Nothing’s better than having a glass of wine at the airport before the flight takes off, or on the train while looking out the window en route to whatever final destination. Then the trip sucks sometimes, but at least that beginning was awesome. Plus there are so many hot guys at the airport. It’s messed up how many there are, sometimes. 

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thingsorganizedneatly:

ed: Barbie utensils, I think. I really like this, I don’t care how straight it is.

thingsorganizedneatly:

ed: Barbie utensils, I think. I really like this, I don’t care how straight it is.

aeferg:

Grammar is important, kids!
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aeferg:

Grammar is important, kids!

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black-and-white:

Dawn (by Hengki Koentjoro)
lemon-sprinkles:

I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
 He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
 And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’

lemon-sprinkles:

I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.

 He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”

 And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’

calivintage:

yichen photographed by street style aesthetic.

calivintage:

yichen photographed by street style aesthetic.

vicemag:

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