I’ve always loved intelligent girls, no matter how they look, to be able to hold a conversation with someone is so important. The moment someone acts dumb, I lose interest. I think about the subtext and layers of a person when I design. I design for someone who has interest in the space around her, who is aware of her relationship with the world, someone a little evolved, a little concerned. I think putting more women in power will help solve a lot of problems in the world. It troubles me that the media celebrate women acting like bimbos on TV — it’s not cute, it’s ridiculous. I call it ‘Paris Hilton Syndrome’; there’s a place for that superficiality — but it must neutralized by an equally powerful, intelligent counterforce in culture. I don’t want to perpetuate the wrong ideal.
Prabal Gurung.  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)



youjustinspiredme:

Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriendHe wants to be nice to them and make them famous  He is choosing out of his new followers

youjustinspiredme:

Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriend
He wants to be nice to them and make them famous  
He is choosing out of his new followers

(via not-so-perfect-anymore)






thatkindofwoman:

You do something to my sensibilities, Hemingway. 


thatkindofwoman:

Just watch it. 


thatkindofwoman:

How can I miss you when we haven’t even met.You, sir. My future. I know you. I feel you in my bones.My morning bones, aching full with sleep. I feel you.I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.In the way my lips meet that of my glass filled with fresh water.In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life, a part of a future one.You meet me in the spaces of my mind, but not yet upon this ground I tread.I am scared you have found something or someone else.I am here. Reaching towards a future that is yet to be determined. My aching bones a matching pair with my heart. Aching for you.Aching for the content way you hands fit on my fuller thighs.On the back of my neck, beneath my hair. I can’t walk but think of you. 

thatkindofwoman:

How can I miss you when we haven’t even met.
You, sir. My future. I know you. I feel you in my bones.
My morning bones, aching full with sleep. I feel you.
I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.
In the way my lips meet that of my glass filled with fresh water.
In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.
I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life, a part of a future one.
You meet me in the spaces of my mind, but not yet upon this ground I tread.
I am scared you have found something or someone else.
I am here. Reaching towards a future that is yet to be determined. 
My aching bones a matching pair with my heart. Aching for you.
Aching for the content way you hands fit on my fuller thighs.
On the back of my neck, beneath my hair. 
I can’t walk but think of you.