#b.a.m.

[rolandkocsmar]

Architecture in Milan part II

City Life District

Palazzo Lombardia (2010, Pei Cobb Freed & Partners)

Torre UnipolSai (2017-2023, Mario Cucinella Architects)

Torre Allianz (2012-2015, Arata Isozaki)

City Life Apartments (2009-2013, Zaha Hadid Architects)

MiCo (2012, Mario Bellini Architects)

B.A.M. (2010-2018, Studio Giorgetta)

[happywebdesign]

bamlondon.com

[rolandkocsmar]

Architecture in Milan part III

[rolandkocsmar]

Architecture in Milan part I

Torre Solaria (2014, Arquitectonica)

Bosco Verticale (2009-2014, Stefano Boeri)

Torre Diamante (2010-2012, Kohn Pedersen Fox)

Torre Gioia 22 (2018-2021, Gregg Jones)

Torre Libeskind (2016-2021, Studio Daniel Libeskind)

Torre Generali (2014-2017, Zaha Hadid Architects)

Torre UniCredit (2009-2012, César Pelli)

Torre Branca (1933, Gio Ponti)

[cheresceless]

Is this the right one? I don't know who caresANYway- you're not supposed to want to be killed, so I'm not sure where this sits on the rules, but I think I can make this work out anyway! First things first though: Hi! Want some flower tea? It's made with bunches of different flowers! All delicious and definitely safe and not poison! ~ B.A.M.

YOOOO! Tea? Yo I wanna have a tea party. Let's go man it's time for some tea.

[wimdyy]

Stars/Anony Killer, halfsies? Left half or right half? Also, are methods beyond swords permitted? Wait. What do you mean that's not what you meant? I don't get it. ~ B.A.M.

Half of what now? 😭

[final-ghoul]

cuz the hardest part of this is leaving you.

[diaryyraid]

rot

my mother and I used to take drives late at night last summer
it’d be late May, late for a school night 
she’d come to my room anytime between 8-10:00 and ask me if I wanted to come with her to {input excuse to get out of the house}
she didn’t like it at home, it made her feel guilty 
don’t forget, your home that you’ve lived in for 14 years should never feel such a way
anyway, I’d know that I shouldn’t because 1. it was late to go out 2.i had already spent that day making revisions and promising myself that I wouldn’t threaten my sleep for a little guilty adventure 3. my father would not approve and I’d disappoint by going out again with her 
but of course, despite the lengthy list of reasons not to, I did 
we’d start by getting into the car, she’d have me start it up while she milked my father for money, and I’d plug my phone into the aux & pre set our favorite music while he gave in 
they would usually get into an argument before she got into the car and they would fight over me staying/leaving 
once we got on the road she’d light a cig and then proceed to our first stop, A circle K gas station store 
we’d run in: I would grab a polar pop of Mountain Dew voltage and she would make herself a hazelnut coffee with extra cream and sugar and all of the additives you can think of
we’d be checking out and she’d grab a brownie or some chips 
then we would go outside to where our car was parked (its traditional parking spot) and we would sit outside of it on the curb while she smoked another cig and we ate our snacks, drank our drinks.
then I’d ask where we were going 
it was usually one of three places:
her friend Darlene’s, Julie’s, or Laura&Barren’s. 
background info: Darlene was an older black woman in her 50’s, the sweetest soul who lived in a tiny little house that used to be someone’s shed. she had a simplistic way of living. 
Julie: A suicidal tattoo’d Mormon mom who lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood with her husband and 8 out of her 12 kids 
Laura: 28 years of age, kindred personality, and potty mouth who lived with her psychotic 22 year old boyfriend in a gross, run down apartment 
I didn’t mind any of those places really 
Darlene was so good for my mother 
Julie too, just naive and too gullible for my conniving mother but had a cute cat
and Laura&Barren were chill and sweet 
we would usually stop at Julie’s first who lived kind of far. 
here’s the best part 
my mother and I would just drive 
we would get lost in our music, whatever it was 
and for a long while it was twenty one pilots 
now when you listen to a popular band you take it for granted. you like it’s sound and the fandom but let me just say
you will never truly appreciate an artists work or song lyrics or vision until you are placed in one of the most immense situations ever, and being able to just drive to your hearts aesthetically calming content while blasting that music 
it was surreal how much the blurry face album had helped me just take another breathe the next morning
I think we both would let our minds stumble over the fast rap, we’d get absolutely lost in the rhythm, but we didn’t care
in fact we didn’t care a little too much 
we both felt dead inside and music was a distraction, among the streetlights that seemed blurry when you blinked too fast, or the strands of hair blown into your eyes when the Windows were open 
the burning of secondhand smoke in my throat 
these therapeutic drives were a routine in my life for months and I will never forget the detachment I feel from that vehicles passenger seat everyday as it rots in my driveway 
as my mothers car rots in our driveway 
as my mother rots in our hearts 
as my mother rots away 
as my mother simply rots