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if i look back, i am lost
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@stormofbears
“When I was young there were beatniks. Hippies. Punks. Gangsters. Now you’re a hacktivist. Which I would probably be if I was 20. Shuttin’ down MasterCard. But there’s no look to that lifestyle! Besides just wearing a bad outfit with bad posture. Has WikiLeaks caused a look? No! I’m mad about that. If your kid comes out of the bedroom and says he just shut down the government, it seems to me he should at least have an outfit for that.”
- John Waters on the sorry style of today’s rebels (emphasis mine)
around the world: venice, italy
allow flowers to grow on the places in your heart that people left hollow
someone: what are you planning to do after college?
me:
Bohemian Brisbane home | photos by Jared Fowler
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My father, enthusiastically patting the dog: you're hollow! Harley, you've got an open space inside you, called your lungs.
Cut paper and color pencil for an environmental charity show at Gowanus Print Lab, 3/25.
Boho apartment
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my name is cow and wen she sits benethe the stall withe tiny kit
I hav no hands withe which to pat I use mye tung I lik the cat
The only emotional spectrum I can relate to
this is a perfeft fucking alignment chart
legitimately considering using this random post generator for the next instalment of shitty horoscopes. i’ll never write again.
we make love with white wine lips and sunburnt shoulders, the window open to feel the wind from the sea. we peel fruit in our underwear, melon juice drips on the white sheets. argan oil, his morning espresso, my wet hair hangs on my back.
self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void
May we suggest a Soothing Bath™ instead
Joseph Lorusso, Soft Eyes
my PD ass on a daily basis