1. (Source: madfuture.com, via sad-eyed)

     
  2. i-love-art:

    By: Martine Johanna

    My Phantom Limbs
    110X150cm
    acrylic on linen

     
  3. yvonneyci:

    Alien Love Secrets by Adrián Ruiz Make Up

    (via microwave-dinner)

     
  4. bitemagazine:

    'Another November' by Laura Stevens is a photographic narrative on the experience of losing love. Comprising of constructed portraits of women in Paris, the series describes the emotional and circumstantial stages of the brokenhearted. 

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  5. cavetocanvas:

    Damien Hirst, The Tears of Jesus, 2003-2005

    (via estherglassphife)

     
  6. pixography:

    Marci McDonald 

    (via beforeyouopenupyoureyes)

     
  7. apolloniasaintclair:

    Apollonia Saintclair 523 -20140908 Le reflet absent de Mademoiselle Renfield (Miss Renfield’s missing reflexion)

    (via stigmataparty)

     
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  9. "Please tell me
    I’m not as forgettable
    as your silence
    is making me feel."
    — M.S.  (via frictious)

    (via punirs)

     
  10. Sin autor, pero esta genial

    (Source: shrbr, via punirs)

     
  11. cubismos:

    DANIEL BUREN.

    (Source: emondrian, via uoa)

     
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  13. artruby:

    Famous art as architecture by Federico Babina.

    (via treebones)

     

  14. "

    He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’

    He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’

    He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’

    He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’

    I ask ‘When was your first time?’

    He says ‘I was 12’

    He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’

    I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.

    He says ‘She was older than me.’

    I ask ‘How old?’

    And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’

    He licks his lips.

    I ask again ‘How old?’

    He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’

    I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.

    I ask again ‘How old?’

    He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’

    I think of my mother’s face lined with her bad choices in men.

    He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’

    I think of my cousin’s circumcision, how he feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.

    He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’

    I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’

    He says ‘34.’

    He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.

    "
    — Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often (via paintdeath)

    (Source: cactuslungs, via sheisdeadnow)

     

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