culture curator & creator

"I’m really scared for my generation, you know. Instead of kids going out and making their own moments, they’re just taking these images and living vicariously through other people’s. It just kills me. They don’t actually embody any of those things; they just emulate. It’s scary man, simulation life that we’re living. It scares me." That is for everyone and this will never be for anyone.

[visual-poetry]

by jenny holzer (+)

[veloure]

You keep your art, I want to make money

[thokamaer]

Animated illustration that I made for an artist panel I was part of together with @samcannon, @awfulland, @traceloops and @zolloc at @manacontemporary on Saturday Nov. 12th. 

[princessmememeke]

Win 2 Tickets to see Mutual Benefit at The Drake Hotel in Toronto, ON on 5/27 + Signed Vinyl

[princessmememeke]

Video by Mutual Benefit: "Mutual Benefit - "Lost Dreamers" (Official Video)"

[princessmememeke]

Video by Mutual Benefit: "Mutual Benefit - "Not For Nothing" (Official Video)"

[endless-unfolding]

What would people look like if we could see them as they are, soaked in honey, stung and swollen, reckless, pinned against time?

Ellen Bass, from “If You Knew,” The Human Line (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)

[rhinestonefilms]

[igadrobisz]

[betomad]

[ssoja]

Just for fun, some new design of Chemin Perdu Characters  ~( • 3•)~

[princessmememeke]

It's time to make every vote count! Sign and share to make Proportional Representation a key issue in 2015! #PR2015 http://thndr.it/1vUkwRt

[birdasaurus]

Sean Woolsey — Freunde von Freunden

[selenamg]

[hype-the-fash]

[princessmememeke]

[death-by-elocution]

[decembrist]

1. If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you. 2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance. 3.Your bed smells like the last thing I was really good at. 4.You wanna know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile. 5. I whispered you stardust. 6. I spoke you into sunflowers. 7.I dipped my hands in forever. Touched you infinity. Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber. I was good to you. 8. You wanna know how I got these scars? I swallowed my pride and it clawed it’s way outside of my mouth. 9. I realized I was never really your boyfriend. I was just your fuckin hype man. 10. I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox. 10. Yes I said smallpox! 10. I hate you! 10. I miss you! 10. I love you! 10. It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional. 10. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so… 10. If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories. See I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid, I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time. How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days I wonder if you existed at all. And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars. Well fine, I’ll tell you. I got these scars the day I fell in love with you. I landed face first.

Rudy Francisco, Scars/To the New Boyfriend (via decembrist)