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Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

@theartofmadeline

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Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art
Xuebing Du
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titsay

shark vs the universe
sheepfilms
untitled
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosimo Galluzzi
Noah Kahan
occasionally subtle
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@the1girlmichael
Got a giant chalkboard and Imma leave a message to the world on it every day!
Inktober day 1
White Girl Cthulhu
Chalk on cordboard
March 5th 2014 I'm ok. I'm ok. I'm ok. I swear, it's just another day Well, it's my mother's last day I should say, the anniversary Three years without her laugh, her face, her...criticism, her honesty, her pain, her love- I'm ok Well, I'll be ok when my train whistle brain just SHUTS UP, and my hands stop aging like hers, and my air is returned and - I'm ok No, really, I'm ok All the great protagonists are motherless Like that one fucked up website I'll be your huckleberry I'll be your emotionally crippled leading lady Forever type cast Like my pain is a gift Formulatic Self-destruction They know, THEY KNOW, crazy fucks the best, Dismisses easily And always says, I'm ok.
F-buddy is great at foreplay. So, I gave him a medal
Unfriending Winter
This is the winter of my discontent,
but, EVERY winter is the winner of my argument.
The bright, white offerings, opulent,
seemingly innocent at first, prove far from pure,
but actually frozen darts of hate sent down to punish
Eve and me and all her descendants. While some wrap their scarves
with the joie de vivre of a housewife receiving pearls,
my soul and my soles are wet, frozen, aching,
and desperate for the respite of April. While some strap boots with the pride of a new soldier,
I'm calling out Mother Nature as bi-polor,
double socks and covering my body with unflattering clothing
in boring neutrals and praying to Her for the verdant relief of spring. And some may play with it And some say yay for it And some will sleigh in it And idiots pray for it And kids will lay in it And I want sick pay for this shit. This is my 32nd winter and I am done.
No I am undone.
I'm stapling my 95 complaints on the ski lodge door.
Don't talk to me about groundhogs or snow-packs or Olympic curling;
all I see are the car wrecks and bad backs and I'm unfurling. My face frost-bitten, my feet are at war,
my spirit broken, I stand here with you tonight and say
No
More.
The Nailasaurus: The Lego Movie Nail Art
Portrait of my daughter