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This is why I enjoy “ME” time so much. Kale with onion, sprouted wheat berry bread, with an egg in the center and Swiss cheese.
Also the Baths album, Obsidian, is real good
11 DAYS. VANISHING POINT. MARCH 10. BE PREPARED.
I set my fire alarm off and the firemen came all because I like to have candles lit for ambiance when I masturbate… oops.
Fire 2 Kim 0
and I guess to just put it out there; my first encounter with fire was when I was getting head and I accidentally whipped my hair into a candle nearby which proceed in me getting lit on fire.
Maybe it’s a sign. W/E. YOLO ~AMIRITE~
Jonathan Latiano’s Site-Specific Installations
by Nastia Voynovskaya
Using wood, paint, mirrors and found materials, Jonathan Latiano builds crystalline structures for his site-specific installations. Breaking through walls or rising up and bursting from the floor, the geode-like shapes Latiano builds invite spontaneity, disrupting the ways we expect space to be organized in our mundane environments. Interested in biology, geology and physics, Latiano uses his work as a means to explore the physical world. The artist is based in Baltimore, MD and currently teaches at The Corcoran College of Art and Design in Washington DC. Take a look at some of his recent works below.
Much more at http://hifructose.com/
Nomi Chi is an illustrator and tattoo artist based in Vancouver, Canada.
I’m Madison Montgomery. I make seven million dollars a picture. I have two Teen Choice Awards. My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me. I used to not eat for days, or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit.
/ a girl — nude drawing _ 70 x 100 cm _ 02 / 04
Woke up to being sunkissed