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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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we're not kids anymore.
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Not today Justin
Three Goblin Art
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Stacked Peter Stewart
A series of images exploring the dense urban environments, and architecture of Hong Kong’s public housing
Stewart takes multiple exposures at various shutter speeds, blending them in Photoshop so the bright lights in the windows aren’t blown out against the darker exposure of the skyline. He also plays with color for a futuristic feel. Such “digital fakery,” as Stewart calls it, evokes a melancholic, almost dystopian mood. It’s hard to imagine people relaxing or playing in such a place, but Stewart says he’s often surrounded by people playing cards, doing Tai Chi, and having a fine time. “That’s the great lie hidden in the image,” Stewart says. “The reality is that many of these locations are thriving communities.”
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I know the feeling. Like words don’t exist to describe how you feel inside and all you can do is use fuck, a lot. And it’s not enough, and you wish every word was fuck. If you can say fuck loud enough it may come to life and do something, make anything a little better. I don’t know how to tell her that Jameson and/or fuck, as good as they both feel, are not the answer. Right now I barely even know how to not think about me.
BoysLifeNYC
Everything Love
every day.
Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.
Harvey Milk
Mickeal Aldo
#lic #graffiti #hiphop #5pointz #nyc
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman
Afterthought
I am walking around with my entire chest split open down the center. Everything shudders with each difficult breath. In this disquietude, alone with my thoughts, it all seems to come to a halt. I cannot see the future. All before me is absent of light. I would pose a question or two or six hundred to the source of the upheaval but I do not want to cause any more damage than I already have. This waiting is a slow torture. I hope there is a golden thread in the midst of all this black. I will cling to it, and hope the rest unravels.