DECEMBER 1ST!

Speaking of Bird Women and Ballet

We mustn't FORGET



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This is Magnificent

I know that lately, Kanyes been super hyped up way more than he should be. But this work here is incredible. Absolutely incredible, hands down. Indescribable. cause I don't even feel like thinking of the fancy adjectives to get the point across. Hats off, Mr. West.

Rule is, if you're watching this for the first time. Maximize the screen and don't blink. This deserves all your attention for the time being. Brace yourself.




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Wildfox Couture

Okay, this was definitely taken at Magic (Las Vegas Trade Show/Convention) and I'm real upset with myself that I didn't think to find their booth while we were there. -_-


Their shit's tight. If you aren't already, get familiar:



also, if you like their stuff, than you'll probably like SLOW, as well. I do.

You're welcome

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Dallas/ FT Worth Metroplex, whassup

repeat, repeat

We got to meet Jay Rock and Kendrick Lamar at SXSW earlier this year and I wasn't a fan of neither. I had never even heard of Kendrick Lamar.
..It was soO fucking cold-words can't express; I was really ready to go and in a pretty bad mood from the discomfort, but Blue wanted to see them preform. After shaking hands with the dudes, Kendrick offered me his mixtape and I respectfully declined. DISS. My bad, but y'all don't understand how bitter/cold/annoyed I was! It was so COLD and we had been out there for like 9 hours.
We listened to it on the way back home and I still could not fuck with the mixtape. I liked a few tracks, but I would mostly listen to #4(She Needs Me) ..and eject button..
Yesterday, I decided to give it a proper run through again, and I'll admit,
I kind of over-looked him. hm




Almost lost my life to the industry
Had to look through a photobook to remember me
These label heads ain't nothing but bullshit
Have you with professional killa's, chasing hits
Lying to yourself, all over an image
Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance

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Senior Year

I wish I could blame this on us being drunk or something

but we just look this lousy, naturally. Me atleast


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I've decided on what I want to be for Halloween and I'm super excited! I'm currently looking into things I'll need and why is it so expensive? Shucks. Oh well.




I'll take either one of these hats

A markless body is more appreicated

See what I mean?



ohh, gushingaquafina.

Yay vs Nay

Lot people, guysz especially.. black guysz, especially.. Get the most ridiculous stuff. And I know it's not my skin, do what you want..
I'm more so saying I have mucho respect for symbolic tattoos with originality.
And crafty work. Not Kitchen/Garage quality


Imply what you want; no specific comment. I will say... me personally.. I consider neck/thigh tattoos instant fails. and stars are super cliche
I took this picture on the commuting bus to school one day.
Low key, I'm real scared Big Bertha is gonna find this and want my head on a stick.

On the other hand, here's Erika. She provides a simple, yet perfect example:


"I've been in love with hip hop since I was 7. My ribcage is physically the closest place to my heart so I decided to put it there"

-Touche
(This picture came out really cool, btw)

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Khelsea said she can't even see me getting a tattoo anymore. That it's not even a figment of her imagination. I don't know why, but I feel really disrespected. lol.

I'm bout to go get tatted. Lies. Too scared of regret...I can't imagine anything on my body permanently.. these piercings are removable. But listen here, once I come to the conclusion of what I want.. I'm going to wait 6 months to a year... and then? You bet your sweetass I'll have some ink on me.



Honestly though, with all they hype of getting tatted. . A markless body is more appreciated. or not that many tattoos. That's how I feel for my boysz, at least.

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(Low key, I'm curious to know if Rihanna is tatted the fuck up now. hmm)


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omfg

...Not her? THE CAR!



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I wonder if they waited for an awesome cloud day to take this. .

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Holy cow, if me and Blue were best friends

Me and Blue be teaming the fuck up on the P&J's in the Kitchen.

He splits two slices, lays em out, and does the peanut butter on one side-- as well as applying the honey. I backdoor on the other slice and apply the Jelly. Then I cut them diagonally and begin to bag 'em.
That was the technique when we were preparing for the picnic, at least.

I guess we don't have to necessarily be best friends to cop.

There's so many! Click here

^_^

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Late Night Doodling.

I drew a butt first. Then Blue said it looked like boobs. bla blah.

Just goofing around. I was that girl in class with 15 markers writing her name all stylish. Definitely not on the same scale as everyone else.

Everyone knows I'm the artistically challenged chump out of Unkommon Kolor. But it's all good because it's not my position to draw and color, ect.
But I'd like to foreshadow that I am going to be working on my illustrations. Electronically and ..not electronically.

and These pictures have nothing to do with that ha



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I hope Khelsea doesn't get mad at me for posting this lol.. People don't know her to be this vulgar. She was kidding, guysz.

Anywho.. All my friends come across handsome eligible bachelors ALL the time and never do I ever get the possibility.


You can always depend on Khelsea. Why did I get an unfamiliar phone call later that afternoon from "Chris..with dreds.. whom I met two months earlier when Jasmine and Khelsea came to visit". I was so confused, so he decided to send me a picture of himself.
At first I felt really bad because for the life of me, I didn't remember meeting this guy.. and then I realized it's because I never fuckin' met this guy! haha



The fuck is this 'Thunder Down Under' picture he sent me. I caught on to what was up and immediately called Khelsea/Jasmine. Motherfuckers tried to set me up thru their self-established dating service, apparently.
LOL
This guy was super game for talking to me, too. I just never responded lol..
Between last night and this morning, I've got like 7 missed calls from this dude.

Niggas is trippin'


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6:08am

I'm touching down at my crib; I knew it was going to be a late night, but not this late. I haven't stayed up this long in a while it feels like-- cause I get in that school mentality where bedtimes are a must. Took fucking Summer 1 and 2 which put me in that mentality early, and then Fall semester...
anyways, I wanted to squeeze in a post before I pass out.

Get-togethersz in Denton are known to branch off into long discussions, but 1 it's been a super long time, and 2, they're usually about sex. Tonight however, we got the talking about racial equality and stereotypes. That lasted a few hours, then we somehow carried the conversation over to movies. Every genre, all types of movies. A huge breakdown of movies like we were preparing for a goddamn award show, nominating and debating which movie was what and who exactly acted in it.

We stretched these topics out for hours, and no complaints here. These are two subjects I'm becoming very passionate about. Good intellectual talk, tonight.

I'm sure glad to be going to sleep though.


Goodmorning.


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Name that movie

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that.

If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.

You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.

I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.

I like whoever wrote this