Natasha lives by “Cat Principles”: “1- I am glorious above all things. 2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored. 3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine. 4- Show displeasure clearly. 5- NO. 6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time. 7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.” Everyone else has learned to simply accept and follow her guidelines.
Currently drinking: The best Butterbeer I have ever tasted.
First day of my last year at #csuf#college#senioryear (at Apartment)
Hense - 700 Delaware (2012) - Mural on abandoned church
Banksy’s tribute to Robin Williams
trouble is her middle name : “girls, come on. leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so.” (a heart-thumping, fist-pumping, defiance-screaming mix for putting on your superhero costume and saving the goddamn day.)
I. love. the. Anaconda. video. but the writeups I’ve been seeing keep referring to Drake as a co-star, which I think misses a big part of the point.
The reason this video rules is because Drake is an extra. Drake is a prop. Drake is a bro in the comfy-casual clothes that he rolled up to the set in, who has no lines or purpose other than the be ground upon, and whose face is obscured by shadows most of the time.
This is not a continuation of the Drake/Nicki/Rih media narrative. This is a dank-as-fuck feminist power play. This is, “Drake is whatever to me.” And this is a man who, if he isn’t at the top of his game, is close to it. A huge celebrity. And here is Nicki looking fucking amazing, tormenting him into a boner, then swatting his hand away and walking out of frame.
Your anaconda don’t want none unless she got buns, hun? Maybe she doesn’t want your anaconda. Maybe she’ll do whatever the fuck she wants with her buns, and it doesn’t matter what you think or feel.