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@boonepickens just stunted on me heavy.
Via Gizmodo:
There has never before been a point in history when a young black guy rich off of Canadian soap operas and luxury super-rap could exchange words with a quasi-eccentric super-rich octogenarian who loves wind power. Now they can—in public. And that, simply, is awesome.
Twitter: where world’s collide, and that’s a good thing.
This somehow feels related to our last post. This would never happen on Facebook.
C.R.E.A.M.
Lady Gaga gets done by the streets. #avone + #tmnk #bastardsofthestreets #streetart #graffiti (Taken with instagram)
#radiocity #6thavenue #manhattan (Taken with instagram)
Guide To Leaving Lehman Brothers. (Taken with instagram)
“She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don’t let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.
The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, “You don’t know how happy I am to be with you.” That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.”
I never kiss and tell. The first 2/3rds of Party Monster. Being on stage. So Rich, So Pretty by Mickey Avalon.
Fireworks over Biscayne Bay.
Fireworks over Biscayne #2.
OMG. A $7,000 pill-shaped clutch. Sex, Drugs, and Money.
Yes, please.
I Wanted to Watch the Sunrise With You, Again.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being a professional hater.
Living Room.
