Victor Burgin

Victor Burgin


nicecollection:

Ed Ruscha - Drugs, Hardware, Barber, Video, 1987, acrylic on canvas, 72 H x 72 W (inches)

nicecollection:

Ed Ruscha - Drugs, Hardware, Barber, Video, 1987, acrylic on canvas, 72 H x 72 W (inches)


softpyramid:

Edward RuschaThe Act of Letting a Person into Your Home1983 Oil on canvas84 × 137 5/8in

softpyramid:

Edward Ruscha
The Act of Letting a Person into Your Home
1983
Oil on canvas
84 × 137 5/8in


Ed Ruscha 

Ed Ruscha 


as my old past sweeps upon me; digitally
isayyouthinkaboutit


"Breaststroke II" by Mathemagic

relevancy is a sp(here);


Halou- “I’ll Carry You”


"When you breathe

    its the
    The end of the space race
    The end of now
    The end of the clock ticking
    The end of the clouds falling
    The end of the mirror flashing
    The end of the time here
    The end of the scale
    The end of the knobbed door
    The end of your gap
    The end of your sleeping

              WAKE UP!”


"CAN I GETA EARTHDRINKWITH YOUBIT OF YOU”

"CAN I GETA EARTHDRINK
WITH YOU
BIT OF YOU”


Packing books from ex-lovers
Bashful innervations all over



"How’s That" by FKA Twigs

This is officially an FKA Twigs fan blog~*~****~*


"Sometimes we say that we met people at the wrong time. But maybe we meet them when we are the wrong person…"

From "Before Someone Loves You, You Must Love Yourself" by Chelsea Fagan


"No one wants to be the person who is made fun of for caring too much about something, who treats in earnest a situation that everyone else considers absurd. Even in personal relationships, feeling too heavily invested while simultaneously understanding that the other person couldn’t be more detached is one of the most profound feelings of embarrassment we can experience. Because it isn’t simply the embarrassment of making a mistake or a poor choice, it’s a shame over the kind of human being you are and how you see the world around you. To be shamed for your sincerity is to be reminded that you are dependent on something which is not dependent on you — that you are, once again, vulnerable.

It is perhaps for this reason that I often feel so profoundly ostracized. I find myself constantly feeling my cheeks flush with the possibility of having entered a conversation where I wasn’t welcome, or expressing a sentiment that is not reciprocated, or putting too much stock in something that others find unimportant. There is a deep cultural premium put on the “cool” of indifference in my generation, and it’s a persona that I doubt I could ever even fake. Because I do care, I care so deeply, and I am fairly certain I’m not alone.

I see nothing wrong in wanting to exuberantly proclaim your affection for people, in wanting to say what you like or find funny or emulate in another human being. I wish that friends could be made faster, without all of the elaborate social dances that platonic relationships seem to demand. I find myself always on the verge of asking how people are and insisting, when they respond with the inevitable “fine,” “No, really, how are you?” Because I want to know. I want to find out, and I want to feel that the connections I form with people are not superficial. Few things make me feel more isolated than the coldness I sense in social networks, the endless information we are provided about one another and the etiquette that prevents us from using said information to actually become closer. We pretend not to know something that someone openly posted on their profile because we wouldn’t want to seem as though we were looking too closely…”

From "I Will Always Care Too Much" by Chelsea Fagan


Thoka Maer

Thoka Maer

(Source: itsnobiggie)

sleepy themes