I totally remember what it felt like to be so full…Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you’re bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon…You try like hell to fill yourself up with fresh air, from you and from other people. But back then…it was so damn effortless to feel full, you know? All you had to do was breathe. Jonathan Tropper  (via bbijoue) Monday Jun 30 12:37pm

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i LIVE for completely unrelated pieces of art that have near identical colour schemes

(Femme assise dans un fauteuil (1953) - Pablo Picasso)
(Rose McGowan for Interview magazine, October 1995)

Friday Jun 13 03:55pm
I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere. Anis Mojgani (via godmoves) Friday Jun 13 03:38pm

Bite me

Friday Jun 13 03:34pm


Israeli street artist crew, Broken Fingaz.

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