For my leetle SamanthaSource: whatshouldwecallme
i’ll say it again, fuck lululemon
For all you still excited about spending all your hard earned cheese at lulu.
They do not give a single, solitary, morsel of a fuck about what they perceive to be your fat ass.
HOW many times do these nigs need to tell you they’re not here for you if you’re over a size nothing?
Remember: when people show you who they are; believe them.
I have drrrrrrank the lululemon koolaid (in fact I’m wearing one of their tanks under my dress right now because it’s cold as fuck in Paris) but no more. They’re gross and their stuff has gotten boring lately. There’s so many other options for high quality workout/yoga gear other than a company who thinks you ain’t shit if your thighs touch.Source: breagen
Francophiles and cartographers would probably agree that it’s impossible to adequately convey the magic of Paris on a flat, lifeless map. But French designer Antoine Corbineau has come close in his newest print—a neon vision of the City of Light that resembles pop-art stained glass. With a tangle of streets in white against buildings in bold pinks, yellows, and reds, you can try to use this map for navigation, but you’d probably be better off hanging it on the wall.
Super wantSource: fastcodesign.com
I really miss home today. I thought I was going to be fine until randomly at 6pm last night I got so melancholy. I miss my sister (weren’t we cuteeeeeee kids), my family and my dogs and eating so much pumpkin pie with a disproportionate amount of Cool Whip (literally need a like 4:1 Cool Whip to pie ratio). This morning I scrolled through Instagram and could feel myself getting sad. I logged off and ate a pain chocolate which made things a little better. But one thing I’ve learned while being over here is it’s okay to feel things. It’s okay that I feel a little sad and sulky today. It’s allowed. I’ll get over it. There will be many more Thanksgivings and many (many) more pumpkin pies. Until then I’ll just comfort myself with some more pastries.