#kim k kanye

[rosetta-stoned-bitch]

So twsift namedrop Kim K's daughter and mentions Kim's death. Because of the beef that she primarily had with Kanye....

But she shouldn't be held responsible for the bad that men in her life ever do, like Matty Healy being a bigot or that godawful director she worked with or Kelce being a xenophobe and misogynist. She disgusts me.

[topboylikesully]

Kimye

[eurekq]

to quote my wonderful friend "bianca censori kill kanye west and you will be reborn as a beautiful lotus flower"

[surprisebitch]

Media backtracks on their statement of accusing Ariana Grande for being a "homewrecker" in new reports

[midwestemoboyfriend]

Average reddit mind when confronted with the idea that rich mothers are humans who care about their children. No it must be because they’re desperate to appeal to people with 10+ hours of daily screen time don’t let them win hold the line

[joraro97]

[katierosefun]

bro . .  . the ai voice technology thing is so incredibly creepy like. do. do we not see this as a problem in this age of recording people without their consent and just blasting it all over the internet. are we not thinking about like. the potential pitfalls of fake evidence. are we. are we not concerned about this

[boricuacherry-blog]

I'm not mad at Taylor. I'd still be mad too if a b!tch old enough to be my mother decided to release edited audio clips of me to defend her loser husband and then attacked me online to her million plus followers. If Kim K doesn't want that old wound to reopen again, stop going online with North and dancing to Taylor's songs. This was only last year. If KK wants to use North to stay relevant at least delete Tswift songs off the Playlist.

[lesbianrobin]

innocent is just batshit insane in the context of 2023 if i were kim kardashian i'd be streaming and killing myself

[whoworewhatjewels]

Did Kim Kardashian Just Reveal Who’s Inheriting Her 15-Carat Engagement Ring from Kanye West?

[reasoningdaily]

Kim Kardashian is getting real about the challenges of single motherhood. The reality star and entrepreneur recently shared that she’s “basically raising four kids by myself” following her split from Kanye West.

Speaking on the Nov. 12 episode of the What in the Winkler? podcast, Kim opened up about being a mom to North, 11, Saint, 8, Chicago, 6, and Psalm, 5, and navigating the demands of parenthood.

“Sometimes in the middle of the night, when they’re all sleeping in your bed kicking you and crying and waking up—it’s not something that I talk about a lot because I feel like there is always a lot of judgment,” she explained. “People always jump to, ‘Oh, but you have the resources to have nannies and help.’ And I just think that no matter what kind of help I have, basically raising four kids by myself.”

Despite the challenges, Kim emphasized giving herself grace as she co-parents and supports her children through life changes, particularly since her split from Kanye in 2022. “Ultimately, what matters is that kids feel loved and heard,” she told GQ in a recent interview. “You have to make sure that you only go to a level that they can understand.”

[dazz-burritoes]

Thank you Aimee is actually the worst song ever made <3

(not just because of the context, I just don't like it as a song either)

[thekidfresh]

If Kanye made the black album…

[armaans]

꙰

the question she posed him made his expression change, dark brows furrowing as he looked downward in her direction; she always held his gaze, no matter how much he tested to see whether he would break it. matching his intensity with a level of calm, like the surface of the ocean itself. "because great men need to stand still." his response was one filled with his usual sense of arrogance, not even blinking when considering the way he spoke about himself. he knew what he thought of himself. the greatest.

the throne room of sunspear shimmered down on them in the late afternoon glow, its golden light painting the sandstone walls in hues of amber and crimson. armaan yronwood leaned against a marble pillar, his gaze fixed on zahra sand as she moved through the gathering. her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting in the firelight, and her sparkling eyes held a liveliness that drew every glance her way. "you've sold dreams." her hips swayed with unhurried confidence, and armaan found himself watching, caught in the effortless rhythm of her steps.

he pushed off the pillar, closing the distance with a measured stride. when he reached her, he allowed a smile to ghost his lips, his expression carefully calculated to convey both charm and intrigue. his dark gaze flickered over her, before a slight scoff slipped from his mouth. “you’ve stirred something in this court,” he said, his voice low, his tone somewhere between admiration and amusement. “not just their imaginations but their ambition. even the most placid faces seem alight with schemes when you’re near. - thinking they could be something they never will be.” as much as he believed in the concept of astrology and vedic timing, he also believed some simply were. and some were not.

he straightened, letting his eyes flicker over her once more, lingering on the curve of her hips before returning to her face. for all the ways in which her alluring presence constantly called to him, he found himself unwilling to cross the line drawn in the sand: a line that was not a line at all. “and what do the stars say of fire, zahra?” his voice held a teasing edge, constantly trying to seem as though he were attempting to catch her out on some element of her readings, though there was an undeniable intensity beneath it. because something began to shift together in his mind.

great men thrived on ambition. they were driven to seek more, to strive for improvement, always yearning to shape the course of events rather than merely be carried by it. to feel as though they turned the wheel, rather than being turned by it—this was their purpose. this was his purpose.

the grand throne room of sunspear shimmered in the soft light of the afternoon, its stone floors reflecting the muted gold and red of the setting sun. zahra sand moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her presence undeniable but never forceful. she was a part of the court, woven into its fabric of gossip and intrigue, yet never truly bound to it. her laughter echoed like a quiet melody, a sound that drifted above the low hum of conversation and reverberated through the hall like the call of a siren.

at the sound of her name, she turned to see the lord of yronwood's dark gaze cast over her. with a quick, graceful movement, zahra drifted away from the small cluster of nobles she’d been chatting with, making her way toward him. There was no hurry in her step, only the quiet assurance of someone accustomed to the court’s rhythms.

she stopped before him, her smile a soft curve, her eyes glinting with the knowing gleam of someone who could see beneath the surface. “lord yronwood,” she greeted, her voice warm with the hint of amusement. “it seems the winds of sunspear have called you back, though I suspect it’s not the festivities that keep you here.” she knew the kind of man armaan yronwood was, a seeker of chaos, a harbinger of disruption, and she found herself intrigued by it, more than she would have cared to admit.

her lips curved into a slow, enigmatic smile as she placed her hand lightly over his, guiding him toward a quieter corner. she swept her flowing skirts aside as she settled into a low seat, her movements graceful, almost theatrical, before patting the space beside her. “if the stars have called to you, my lord, who am I to deny them?” she teased lightly.

gently taking his hand again, her thumb traced the lines of his palm, her touch deliberate, almost languid, as though she were drawing out the story etched there. her gaze flickered down, studying the patterns and folds as her brow furrowed slightly in thought. “your life is woven tightly, like threads pulled taut,” she murmured, her words measured, soft enough that only he could hear. “you carry the weight of others’ needs and ambitions, though it’s not burden alone that stirs you. no, there’s something more…”

she glanced up at him through her lashes, the corners of her lips curving into a knowing smile. “you’re a man who thrives on motion, yet here you are, standing still. why?” her head tilted slightly as she studied his face, the heat of her touch grounding the moment.

zahra let her fingers linger briefly before releasing his hand, folding her own neatly in front of her. “the stars do not dictate, my lord, but they do suggest,” she said lightly, though her gaze remained sharp. “and they suggest that perhaps the restlessness you feel is less about where you are and more about where you want to be.”

[ggreyjoy]

rip homelander you would have loved cersei lannister

rip the deep you would have loved oceanographic

rip a-train you would have loved justin bieber yummy era

rip starlight you would have loved rule an amber heard support tiktok account during her trial with johnny depp

rip queen maeve you would have loved chappell roan

rip stormfront you would have loved kanye west before his divorce with kim k.

rip black noir you would have loved inside out

rip sister sage you would have loved the young sheldon

rip firecracker you would have loved to invest in pambicoin

rip soldier boy you would have loved get out

rip billy butcher you would have loved the documentary exposing nickelodeon p3d0s

rip hughie you would have loved buying funkopops

rip mm you would have loved going to watch the 2023 little mermaid film with your daughter

rip frenchie you would have loved challengers

rip kimiko you would have loved having a rhaenyra targaryen stan account on twitter to fight with aegon stans

rip victoria you would have loved pearl

rip ryan you would have loved being in the dsmp fandom

rip becca you would have loved Rihanna at the super bowl of 2023