love is like tupperware.
you don't want to put everything in it, cuz you're not sure you're gonna get it back.
my suggestion: use paper plates and guard your heart.
til we blog again,
b0$$lady
b0$$lady
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the kommon thread is what ties the chic, Yves Saint Laurent briefcase-carrying, Starbucks addict business woman to the ghetto fabulous, 3-inch door knocker-wearing, tights in every color tweenager from the hood. It is the simple fact that every individual has and owns one common thing: style. It’s in the way you talk, from the y’alls to the yadddameans. It’s in the way you walk, with your sultry red Christian Louboutin soles hittin the pavement or the sand between your bare toes. Style emanates from the Lauryn Hill doo wop bangin in your ipod headphones the same way it stems from an old Billie Holiday vinyl. It is individualistic and universal all in the same.
ladies of kommon thread
noteworthy
beats to move yer feets.
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i have no words for the genius behind this...
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