London, England.
Janurary,

The weather, grey. The rain, thick.

I wake up to oppression all around me, dark thoughts clouding my mind.

And I opened my drawer, I saw two things; I saw the warm Tod loafers and I see the crisp cashmere socks.

Then I knew today was a good day.

100 dollars a sock, 2 ankles, you do the math.

Put them on, socks on first, followed by the loafers.

Then I knew from that day, that week, that month, that year, that decade, that millennium, that we’d be rich forever.

rick ross - london skit (via rich—forever)

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got my niggas in paris 

got my niggas in paris 

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noooooooooooooooooooo

noooooooooooooooooooo

(Source: lacey)

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