Entertainment Becomes Obsession

Luca Signorelli, Musician. Enjoyer of all things creative, I love music (metal/rock and classical mostly), and I play guitar. I also love art, literature and good television/films. But most of all I love the people that I care about and make my life worth living. I am in a metalcore band called Earthborn Kings, give us a listen if you like the metal! \m/

[confirmance]

[hobolunchbox]

Murder averted.

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[foreverwithoutyou]

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[997]

and she picked just the right song

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whhat the f

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today I learned you could figure skate on roller blades

[angelicdevil]

This kid is KILLING it!

[crows-ace]

Roller blading, the emo version of ice skating

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[catchymemes]

[stormbreakers]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine | 1.07

[tatsandpussycats]

and they say black cats don’t photograph well!

[ma-rose-cherie]

[tatsandpussycats]

thank u for this addition. this kitty is perfect and i love them

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@imfunnydamit

[morbidfantasy21]

Keeper of Flame by Adam Duff

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The Omen by  Alena Aenami

[jeremyhush]

Check out this poem @angelocolavita wrote based on my painting Falling Tower!! Follow him or more! Repost @angelocolavita ・・・ Here’s a new #ekphrastic poem after my buddy @jeremyhush’s magical piece “FALLING TOWER”. I had to crop the painting in halves for this post because of instagram’s square format, but definitely check out his work online and catch more of his work in person at @theconventphilly #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #visualart #phillyartist #darkfantasy #experimentalpoetry #visualpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt2JWebnFoG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vyh0xli2ncv7

[jamesreads]

how is your heart, oh beautiful world?

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@content-mindset

[inkskinned]

i’ve been thinking of that video, you know, the one where she burns her face for the sake of a contour. i watched it at 2 AM after having nightmares about churches. i thought i was still dreaming. she put chemicals on her body and fries in them. undoes in them. what a perfect metaphor for beauty worship.

is this girlhood?

oh we wanted to laugh. dumb bitch! in the comments. but i went back to sleep and i dreamed, not nightmare but not comfortable, of the cakes i will not let myself eat because of the cost of their calories. i started crying, woke up drenched in sweat, worried i’d somehow transported to the kitchen, worried i’d fucked up and actually done it. god, how terrifying. i remember the wave of gratefulness - no, no, this belly is empty, and it is good to be empty, like this.

how is it different. i’m not a dumb bitch; i’m a refined and self-controlled bitch, up on her shit. it is not dumb-bitch to starve yourself. to restrict. it is a respectable lady thing.

i think of her skin, swollen in the first week, while i go to work in heels and a jacket. my male coworker wears jeans. i think of her, waving at her face, while my hair goes up into professional-bun, stays there long after the headache. i think of her, watery-eyed and turning, bird-like, to look upon the damage she’d done - and i think of me, of my sunday-night facemask that “burns, but like, it works.” 

razors and waxing and eyebrow tweezers and picking at skin and sucking in and sitting properly and suffocating and curling smaller and self-denying and eyelash extensions and taping the second toe to the third so you can’t feel your shoes anymore and destroying, destroying, destroying

2 AM heard the first words i said that morning, softly.

“that’s self-harm”.

or it’s just girlhood. or it’s just beauty.

[quiet-nymph]

Photography by Michael Shainblum

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