To love the idea, or love it the real thing, it doesn’t matter. It never really matters. #vagueasfuck #vaf #vafforlife #thewaysofsocialmedia
It’s wrong to say nigga//sound like an ignorant fuck who huffs paint thinner//patience going fast//I’m a thirsty ass nigga// desire making me and all the other winners something less than human//sanity being something I’m losin’//on the shores of insanity and despair is where I be cruisin’//hypocritical? Yes.//a contradictory mess//I am//no game plan//I’m just staring at my feet in the sand waiting to become a man/////
Needless to say I’m doing it wrong. #westsidestory
I saw a rift in the sky today. I started having doubts again. #rhymeschemeistomeandeeperthanwhatitseemseyesseemtogleemasyoustare @heavenslightbeamsreducedtoasnotnosedbrateatingjellybeansdonttrytoknowcauseyoullneverknowwhatitmeans #billijean
Defenestrations: Pull
“I wrote her a song once, you know.” I couldn’t tell if his mouth was making a smile or a grimace; his hair was falling over his eyes. Reaching over to push it back seemed a shade too intimate.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He took a sip of his beer, then stared at the bottle as though he expected its…
The feels.
We sleep, we dream our wonderful dreams. We don’t leave, we are gluttonous, ravenous for self-satisfaction. And we wake, wondering why we didn’t know that everything we had known had changed.
Marina Abramovic - Rhythm 0 (1974)
72 objects (including a gun and a bullet) were laid out on a table for the spectators to use on the artist in any way they chose to use them.
“Abramovic is no stranger to giving much of herself to her work, to her spectators and to performance art as a whole, sometimes even putting her body in extreme danger.”
In the course of the performance, Abramovic’s shirt was ripped off and a rose stuck into her chest by its thorns. Despite a signed document releasing the public of any accountability in the event of injury, the performance was cut short when police were called because a loaded gun was aimed at her head.
“The experience I learned was that…if you leave the decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated; they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.” —M. A.
Fuck man, fuck. And women are weak, HA.
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
Figure of Death (Memento Mori), made in Germany, c.1530-1630 (via). The scroll has an inscription reading “I am what you will be. I was what you are. For every man is this so.”
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