#wanna-be

[quarkmaster]

She want's to be a witch!

personal work inspired by art of Piotr Jabłoński

Igor Krstic

[allslost]

Have you ever entered a book geographically?…Have you ever entered a word-book–a book of meaning–where the words are of a place, constitutive of a geography, turf-taking in an anticolonial mode? Have you entered such a book? “Entered” for what reason and in what fashion? Like a colonial thief, like a wanna-be, like a culture-vulture scholar, like a vato loco looking for your words in yet another taken domain, taken in reverse, disrupted like, in a transgression? Like, who are you to put this meaning in your mouth? Like, do you hear how it comes out when you say it? Have you ever walked into a book looking for/looking up words that you may not be able to have in your tongue? Have you walked into a book dangerously, carefully?

‘Wicked Caló,’ María Lugones

[potat-awesome]

Contradictory Shit People Do

Randomly stumbling upon a Pinterest board about all things emo, only to find a bunch of selfies and stereotype-fed clothing and 1 hair style. 

Real “emos” don’t take selfies; we (speaking from a very low time in my life) are too busy being bashed with our own depressing, confusing thoughts and garbage to go online, post shit, and take pictures of our better times (because when they happen we either don’t realize or are actually spending it trying to put it to good use with our friends); and we wear whatever the fuck we want just like any other person. They may be duller, muted colours, but not everyone wears studs, chains, black and neon, and dyes/cuts their hair in the same fashion. We wear jeans and T-shirts, dresses, etc. It doesn’t matter what we wear because we care very little. It doesn’t matter what we wear because it doesn’t change how we feel. Anyone, wearing anything, could have emotional troubles--and you wouldn’t know it because they aren’t wearing it on their sleeve and trying to show it off as if it were some fad. Just like when everyone was like “Oh, I’m bisexual” because it was a thing. When, in reality, these are just the people who want to desperately fit in with some crowd of people they barely know and certainly don’t understand. 

P.S.- If I were going through mental pain I sure as Hell wouldn’t give myself the physical pain of those fucking hooker heels.

[comicmix]

Michael Davis: You

You are an actress. You’re an actor. You’re a singer, a dancer, model, novelist, journalist cartoonist, illustrator, photographer, or designer. You are an artist. You’re not just any run in the mill artist. You are a badass mofo, the absolute real deal. You’re a phenomenal talent and everyone knows it. Your family and friends, producers and editors, creative and stage directors, publishers and…

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[sprinkledcake]

Bunnie Butler. Experimental work.

[gozaibe]

You are preparing to go to bed. It was a tiring day and you are alone in the house because everyone was out for a night swim, you couldn’t come because of school. It has been your nightly ritual to check on your e-mail before going to bed. You open your account, there is one new message on your inbox. It is from an unfamiliar e-mail address. You click it and it has an audio file attached to it. You open the audio file.

The few seconds are all but silence. For a moment you thought it’s just another spam e-mail, but it was on your inbox not in spam. You are about to close your laptop when you heard static and noise as if a man was carrying the audio device. After a loud thud you hear a man crying on the background. You start to feel your spine getting cold.

You can hear the man’s shriveling cry. You know he is scared and trembling. And then you hear him scream. You almost jumped out of your desk. You want to turn the player off but you’re too curious to stop listening. Then you heard what seemed to be a blade slicing through a flesh. The man made a long groan and then a long painful scream. You feel the scream wrapping up your body and you start sweating. And then you heard the man speak. He was begging whoever was cutting him to stop. You know who it could be. He was out with everybody else in the house. Your hand started to get clammy, you are terrified but somehow you couldn’t stop listening.

You hear screams of agony as you hear the blade cut and slash one flesh to another. The man started to gag, you don’t know why but he is obviously choking. And then there was silence. You thought it was over until you hear a door opening and a screaming lady being dragged on the floor. Her screams are mad, it was a scream of a person in utter fear. The voice was familiar.

You feel fear start crawling under your skin. Your stomach start to ache and you start to breathe hard. It took you everything to click the pause button. You stood up trembling. You paced along the room not exactly sure what to do or think. Your family never called you that day, you thought they were having so much fun they forgot. The silence was deafening. The house was dark and sinister.

You picked up your phone. You were about to dial your father's number when your laptop made a sound. You checked. Another new e-mail arrived in your inbox. It is from the same e-mail address. You open it.

It is a video file.