CULTIVATION

[supersonicart]

Broken Fingaz, Recent Work.

Lovely recent work from artist collective Broken Fingaz (Previously on Supersonic Art).

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[vivusectio]

i've been traveling across 5 countries for almost 2 months and i go home tomorrow and it feels very surreal and i'm kind of just in a numb daze i'm not ready

[laurabreiling]

new gif LIPSTICK ESCALATION 

[carbonscales]

As a 90′s kid, it blows my mind that origami youtube videos exist. You can look up any model and watch a pair of manicured hands assemble the thing in real time, in full color, in 3D, with cheerful flute music in the background. When I was little, you had a library book with no words and these esoteric little dotted lines and arrows and it was just you, your hands, your paper, and the cruel, uncaring eyes of God.

[vivusectio]

I😀AM😀SO😀OVERWHELMHED😀

[vivusectio]

i may have come up w a legit plan to be living in se asia by the end of the year. can't 100% tell if this is sleep deprived caffeine fueled delirious ambition or more solid, there are a lot of details. but it's not completely absurd. which is absurd.

[vivusectio]

not sure why i'm leaving this place

[inthedarktrees]

[thinegar]

Sherilyn Fenn

promotional photo for Twin Peaks, November 1989

[equatorjournal]

Georgia O'Keeffe Pink Moon over Water, 1924. Oil on canvas.

[vivusectio]

I just wrote a really long heartfelt post about how much I love food and how Important it is to me and then tumblr crashed and I lost it so let's just leave it at I had 2 bowls of phó, a banh mi, and 3 cups of coffee on my first day in Vietnam and I felt like I had been reborn into a purer form, I literally compared it to a baptism, food is incredible

[tobeagenius]

[cupcakelogic]

a msg to u from the dog that finally learned how to give me the dang ball

[blackdenimjeans2]

me

[theegoist]

[thunderstruck9]

Toshio Yoshida (Japanese, 1928-1997), Sakuhin, 1966. Oil on canvas, 113 × 147 cm.

via theegoist

[humansofnewyork]

“We were pretty poor back in Mexico. My parents were divorced. Mom did the best she could. She was always a hustler. She’d sell jewelry, or food, or anything that she could. But a lot of nights there still wouldn’t be enough to eat. We’d survive on tortillas and salt. I was only eight when we came to America. So I was too young to understand. I think my mom thought she could make some money and bring us home. She thought she’d learn English, and maybe start a business. But it was so much harder than she expected. We moved so much looking for work. She’s fifty and she still cleans houses every day. Every year she gets more worn down. She’s been getting sick a lot lately. But she can’t afford to stop. She never will. Right now I’m in school. I always thought I had to be the best student because I’m undocumented. I thought I’d go to law school, or graduate school. But now I’m not so sure. My mom would literally destroy her body to make that happen for me. How could I allow that to happen? I’m a Dreamer. And everyone loves the Dreamers because we’re a perfect package to sell. But why am I the only one who gets the chance to feel safe? Whenever I hear ‘I stand with Dreamers,’ I always think about my mom. I’m not willing to throw her under the bus. I’m not willing to be a bargaining chip to make her seem like a criminal. Everything people admire about Dreamers is because of our parents.”

[gumuhit]

[vivusectio]

wandering around se asia buying shit to look cute in when i go to barcelona so i can woo photgrapher man w max effieciency and get in as much good d time as possible. gazing at temples and eating street food in the mean time. my life feels fucking luxurious even in a cheap hotel.