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@lucyxlies
â .*⊠welcome ball âŠ*.â
Carolina wasnât actually liking the ball so far. Nothing interesting had happened, or at least nothing near her had happened. It was just as boring as a ball could get, and she needed something to make up for this. âI donât see the problem if you donât get caught.â She commented, her head turning in the girlâs direction. âAnd I think thatâd be a great idea actually.â
Lucy pulled said drug from her clutch along with a lighter. âWhatâs your name?â she asked flicking her lighter to life and burning the tip of the blunt.
â .*⊠welcome ball âŠ*.â
Cecily accepted the joint with eager hands, bringing it to her lips to such a drag from itâs end. Her head tipped backwards, sucking the smoke in her mouth into her throat, before exhaling the smoke, a soft hum passing her lips. She sucked in another drag for good measure, blowing a smoke ring with the dregs, before handing it back to Lucy. âSweet. Earthy. Itâs been ages since I had a decent smoke. What a novel idea.â
Lucy watched the other blow a smoke ring taking back the cig âThatâs a shame Iâve always got grade A type shit if youâre lookingâ she offered dropping her jaw and letting the smoke pool over her bottom lip.
â .*⊠welcome ball âŠ*.â
Looking over, Olivia rose an eyebrow. âI donât know if the people in charge would be too happy,â she let out, âYou might wanna go outside to do that.â
Lucy looked the girl up and down with her trademark smirk âWould you like to join me outside little one?â
â .*⊠welcome ball âŠ*.â
The boyâs head turned promptly at the mention of pot, spotting the familiar girl and giving her a big smile. âWell if it isnât my favorite person,â He laughed, leaning back in his chair as he toyed with the hand-folded napkin, still trying to make out what the shape was, âI say go for it, itâs not like Atticus has high standards.â
âThatâs me. Yeahâ Lucy agreed with whatever he said just so she could pull out a blunt. She took the first drag leaving a red lipstick imprint on it. âYou want?â She asked offering it with a relieved sigh.
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âYou can pull anything you like out if you promise to share it, doll,â Cecily remarked with a pull of her Cheshire Cat grin, pupils dilated with ecstasy as her blue tinged lips sucked ardently on the ball of a lollipop. Flicking the confectionery from her mouth â a soft pop sounding from her lips â she dropped her head onto her shoulder, peroxide locks spilling down the sheer material of her dress as she ran her gaze over the blonde. âYouâre hot. Like super hot. That dress does wonders for your complexion.â
As the fellow blonde gave her the okay she pulled a tin altoid can from her bra. Inside were half a dozen blunts and a lighter she placed it on the table and lit a blunt inhaling the smoke before handing it to the other. She put the can back in her dress and chuckled exhaling the white exhaust downward âThanks, youâre quite the babe too.â Â Â
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Lucy sat at one of the large tables a glass of whisky in her palm her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her evergreen dress. She turned to the person who was lucky enough to be seated next to her âHow bad would it be if I pulled out some maryjane? Iâll share.â Lucy did a few lines of coke in the car but her high was fading and she wasnât sure if she could finish the night clean.
Juno Temple
âBecause,â she began, pitching a sigh like an explanation shouldnât be necessary, âbecause starfish can grow their arms back after theyâre hacked clean off. Takes a while but they get there. Better and stuff. Whole again.â Rolling her cigarette slowly between her fingers, her eyes stayed stuck on it as a fleck of ash danced off into the wind. âBradley â my name, I mean. Anyway, I think everyone could use a starfish, frankly. Theyâre really ugly up close and I like it.â
âThe ride will probably be another twenty five minutesâ she announced looking at the traffic ahead of them.âThatâs neat are you going to hack one of their limbs off?â She asked the next rational question âI knew a guy named Bradley once he fucked my cousin and his sisterâ Lucy decided to share the random tidbit.
The sharp turn had Bradley nearly flinging her cigarette out of the window, awkwardly catching it last minute in a crab-like pincer. âFuck. I love crabs,â she commented without explanation, forcing herself to tune in again after sucking in a gust of smoke. âYou like creme eggs? Thatâs gross, Lucy Liu. Thereâs nothing to like. Disappointing all around.â Clutching her Marlboro light limply between her fingers, she hung her hand over the ledge of the window. âShit, I didnât tell you where Iâm going. The aquarium. You know that one? Iâm on a mission to steal Pearl a pet starfish.â
âAnd whatâs your name?â she asked ignoring the girlâs opinion with ease. She turned onto a main road and made a u-turn to head in the direction of the aquarium âWhy a starfish?â
Bradley leaned back in her seat, lighting her cigarette despite the fact that it was, no doubt, against the company rules. âWow, look at him go! I just love death metal,â she commented insincerely, sucking in a gust of cancer as his ghoulish screams faded with them peeling out of the vicinity. âHow extremely wild.â Shuffling over in the back, she rolled a window down and peered carelessly out as they drove, brown waves whipping around her cheeks like ribbons. âThatâs what all men are like. They look like a different kind of chocolate on the outside but then you cut deeper and what do you have? A fucking creme egg. Gross. Who wants that.â Another drag saw her twisting to eye the driver, suddenly aware she didnât know a blink about her. Apparently, in her inebriated state, that was shockingly unacceptable. âWhatâs your name, then? You look like a Todd.â
Lucy kept an eye on the other through the rear view mirror she was hot and seemingly fun âI fucking love creme eggs guys are like chocolate covered almonds nutty as the fucking professor.â she commented turning left a little too sharply. âPretty close actually, itâs Lucyâ she replied with a barely there smileÂ
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Killer Joe (2011)
Juno Temple
Bradley tossed her head back as his scream grew louder, the laughter that came tumbling out so childish she had to pause for a second and wonder if she was pulling a Benjamin Button and backpedalling. Wiggling her pinky like a flag of surrender as they started pulling out, she dipped to scoop up the fallen soldiers from her Marlboro pack. âSomething like that. I just love making old white men angry. Call it a kink.â Propping her cigarette between her lips, she paused to spark up before the stranger throwing himself across the hood of the car interrupted her. âHoly shit. Heâs gone full Terminator.â
Lucyâs face contorted to one of confusion as this man threw himself on her car she stopped the car, rolled down her window and stuck her head out âHey sir! No!â she scolded yelling like one would to a disobedient dog to get his attention âIf youâre touching my car in the next two seconds Iâll rip your scrotum offâ her voice had a casual yet intimidating tone âclean off. just rip it.â she repeated making a ripping gesture with her hand. The man attempted to keep his wits about him but you bet your ass he wasnât touching her car. She forced a smile and salluted him with her index and middle finger  âhave a nice eveningâ Lucy said before rolling her window up and driving at an average speed. âReal class actâ she laughed once they were a few streets away
âDo you ever wish you were someone else, honestly?â Wolfgang glanced over to the other person who was lying on the ground beside him. He adverted his eyes to the sun before closing them tightly.âLike, do you ever feel like the things you donât arenât good enough no matter how hard you try? Do you ever get this feeling that everything you do is really, really insignificant and that youâre replaceable?â Rolling over on his stomach, he rested his face against the cool grass.âBecause, i donât think you are replaceable. I donât think youâre any of that. I like you just how you are and I hope that if you donât, you have the strength to learn how to too.â
Lucy let out a chuckle at the boyâs ramblings âDude what are you on and can I have some?âÂ