So….
I wonder how you tell a girl you like her when you guys don’t even know each other that well. I’ve tried before to no avail. But I mean, she’s so FRIGGIN’ BEAUTIFUL, and awesome, and, I don’t even know. There’s a lot of girls pursuing my company at the moment, some pretty epik one’s too, but I mean, when I think of her, or see her, or just here her talk, it seems to overshadow all of my following flames. It’s like they’re fireworks, but she’s the day time. *sigh* Well, this is like my third vent about her, and she;s following my blog now, so like 90% of me hopes she sees this, and sees me with the invisible neon sign I’ve been holding up, with a an arrow pointing at me that says, “Available.” The other 10% is more pessimistic, hoping that maybe she doesn’t see this extremely creepy post, or that she will see it, and break our already pseudo-contact. Whatever the case, whatever happens, it’s meant to, and there’s some reason to it.
Wow. I remember this. HilariousAlas poor Billy, Destined to walk the sepulchered streets of suburbia. A doomed husk of a child. Do not cry for him.
DO NOT CRY
omg
the voice.
“The Gentlemen of Bacongo” is a book Released in 2009, by Photographer Daniele Tamagni. The book features a subculture in the Congo where men express their creativity through their clothing. They are part of a cultural movement called Le Sape “a clique of extraordinarily dressed dandies from the Congo. Despite years war and abject poverty, these men dress in tailored suits, silk ties, and immaculate footwear.
This is Africa, our Africa
dapper as fuck
I think I may invest in this book. D:
These men, exhibiting impressive amounts of class at every turn.
