Weezer is that-a-way! Go! Go to them now. Rivers is waiting. He won’t start without you! (at The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas)
I can’t find a gif of the scene where she says this anywhere, but I’m not that good at the tumblrnets. So I’ll just make my own goddamn pic sass. Understanding Daya’s struggles as a coconut. For all the Mexicans like us whose mothers didn’t raise us right according to Gloria.
Or if anyone’s ever tried to talk shit about you in Spanish right in front of your face thinking you were white.
Look, I colored my very first mandala! Color-crayoning these is meant to be good for your mental healths. Something about the circle, and the center, and blah blah healing process. The colors tell about your mood, but I don’t know how to decipher them. I don’t know what this here clusterfuck of colors means about my current mental state other than maybe my brain is throwing up. But that’s always happening, so I don’t expect the aesthetics to get any better with time. P.S. I know I’m a sloppabottomus w/ my color crayons (actually pencils). Don’t judge.
Surely I’m not the only metropolitan ghetto princess who stops at a 7-11 every 20 feet on 7/11 Free Slurpee Day. This is enough for now. Don’t want to barf. Banana, wild cherry, blue raspberry, piña colada, and coca-cola flavored. (at 7-Eleven)
This smells eerily real. Made with pure natural extracts, so I guess that means they threw some whole cantaloupes into the wax vat. I have no other explanation.
Today’s Yankee Candles and Tarts brought to you by na-na-na-naaah Saint Jude and Philip Morris. #underthepalms #smellslikecoconuts #summerscents