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theatrefetish:

Things girls look for in a boy:
•Day Man
•Defeater of the Night Man
•Champion of the sun
•Master of karate and friendship for everyone

damoclessword:

London-based street artist, SHOK-1 known for his ‘X-ray‘ murals, has  completed ‘The Consumer‘ in Hamburg, Germany. Shaped like the iconic game character Pac-Man, the artist’s clever take on our own modern day vices and excellent execution stopped us in our tracks for a cool minute.

damoclessword:

London-based street artist, SHOK-1 known for his ‘X-ray‘ murals, has  completed ‘The Consumer‘ in Hamburg, Germany. Shaped like the iconic game character Pac-Man, the artist’s clever take on our own modern day vices and excellent execution stopped us in our tracks for a cool minute.

I Make Myself Lonely Too, Y’know?

sext: I feel like a star being swallowed up by the space between us.

sext: How do you do this?

sext: How do I stop feeling so empty when you’re inside me?

sext: I feel so alone when we kiss.

red-lipstick:

Nicolas Demeersman aka Pretty Punk (b. 1978, Seclin) Worldwide ongoing Fucking Tourist series 2009-2014 Captures The Resentment Of Locals With A Simple Gesture. (Info with each pic)

IT’S A FUCKING METAPHOR OR SOMETHING

NOBODY FUCKING LISTENS TO THE EARTH ANYMORE
SOMETIMES I WONDER IF HER HEART’S STILL BEATING
IF HER BREATH IS STILL THE WIND THROUGH THE FUCKING TREES

I WONDER IF SHE GETS LONELY
FEELING US AGAINST HER SKIN
BUT NOBODY’S TALKING TO HER

SHE’S SITTING ALONE ON A CROWDED BUS
SHE STARES AT HER SHOES
SHE LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW
SHE STILL DREAMS ABOUT THE STARS

WHY DOES NO ONE LOVE HER ENOUGH
WHY DO PEOPLE STOP LOOKING
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK TO HER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN SHE NEEDS SOMEBODY
WHY DOES SHE SLEEP ON A MATTRESS AND STARE AT THE WALL WAITING FOR THE TIRED TO HOLD HER
WHY WILL NO ONE ELSE DO IT

WHY DO WE KEEP STANDING HER UP
WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO FEEL SO DAMN LONELY
WISHING TO BE THE MOON SURROUNDED BY
A HALO OF LIGHT

Light Fossils by: Darren Pearson

sext: Even now, I still think about your hands pulling me toward you in the dark.

What I Meant To Tell You In 2008 by Ashley Neese

Photos of the Ocean in a Travel Magazine

I. I am a submarine, a bowl full of fruit. We’re at the beach and there’s sand on the back of my neck, sand where you kiss me, sand hidden underneath my fingernails. I hold my stomach and stand in the waves, watching the ocean. This is a perfect day: soft sunlight, warm air, a womb growing a floating flower, our hands held over her heartbeat.

II. We’re floating on our backs in a sea the color of a dream, staring at the sky. I’m empty and I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss those eyes we never got to see.