dis is my cat.
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Look ma, I’m on TV! (modelling my dad’s makeup line for the home shopping network in london)
(Cuz home shopping is cool)
omggggggg you have a famous face!
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what the fuck yes
(via tiddleywink)
This is what I’m working on for my printmaking class. Yay.
I'm Lydia: Motherfucking French street harassment
So, I’m in Paris. I just took the metro home from visiting my friend, and as I exited the station in Belleville, a guy noticed me. He noticed me enough to follow me up the stairs and across the intersection. He clearly spoke no english, but started talking and talking and I heard snippets about…
This kind of thing is terrifying, not flattering.
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WHAT IS THIS
THIS IS A SERIES OF THE MOST FUCKED UP SHIT I’VE SEEN
(Source: esoteric-surgery, via fishingforpeppers)
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// On money or fame//
I was given the “money or fame” question and I answered “money” in a heartbeat. My friends were a little surprised, and gave me this lecture about how money can’t buy happiness. Am I greedy? Or just a shy person who wants to buy a hover car in the future? Is there *really* no answer to that question, or is there one?
Your friends are idiots. Not only can money buy happiness, but anyone who wishes for fame is a fucking asshole.
My name is Rebecca. I am studying GFA at MICA, and this is the blog home for my art. Visit my cargocollective at: cargocollective.com/rebeccascottlord
