2headedsnake:

kochanovich-art.com

Dmitry Kochanovich, INOUT, 2009, 150x150 cm.

hazor:

British artist Antony Gormley makes some marvelous body sculptures

And i havent been this scared in a long time and I’m so unprepared so here’s your Valentine ,bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody this world’s an ugly place but youre so beautiful to me ..

~ blink 182

myedol:

The Color Run is a 5 kilometre run, which is less of a race (as it’s not timed) and more of a celebration of colour. Each kilometre is focused on a specific colour, 1k is yellow, 2k is blue, 3k is green, 4k is pink, and the 5k finish is a “Colour Extravaganza” where a rainbow of colours are thrown with joy.

For more information on the “5 kilometres of colour madness” and which city it’s touring to next click here

I hope I’m not single handedly Fucking everything up its one thing i wish i wasn’t good at…

I don’t judge :)

queersecrets:

[image: painted image of a woman, seen from behind and naked apart from a sheet wrapped around her lower body, and a mirror on the wall in front of her showing part of her upper body. text: “Dear loved ones, no matter how much you may hope for it, the ‘gay’ part of me will not go away if I stop hanging out with gay people. All it takes is one look at the mirror, to remind me that I’m attracted to people of the same sex”]

The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my lefteye i said don’t you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome he said don’t shoot, i said i won’t i love you you’re my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines i ate every single one without noticing the mold you said you’re gross my darling,i saidnoi’m rockandroll even though i’d never ever been in a band i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell well i was already there and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor’s pills we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill then i peed my pants and you stole the groom’s cigar and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor you said don’t go to bed yet let’s go get a 64 and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth evan dando never planned on telling you the truth and your leonardoi.d.card isyourfountainofyouth you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck first i cried for him and then i cried for me haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand and the silver pink pony kisses me and says you’ve come a long, long way and you deservetobereally happy