David Bowie, The Thin Blue Duke
One Nice Bug Per Day
RMH

@theartofmadeline
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
AnasAbdin
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell

#extradirty

Kaledo Art
tumblr dot com
Stranger Things
Mike Driver
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
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art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON

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@robotic-dad
David Bowie, The Thin Blue Duke
Dismaland
#dismaland #banksy #ukgraffiti #art
Animal Puddles
via @carrotsoup on imgur
oh my god
friend: hey we’re gonna hang out outside wanna come?
me:
friend: man why not?
me:
“Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I’ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.”
Thanks for pretending not to see me while I was pretending not to see you in order to avoid a miserably awkward conversation. #Amsterdam cr: dutchie
not a very good astronaut
Time for Family in Kabukicho - 2016
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
That’s not a fleshlight in my pocket
It’s a crushed roll of Mentos