George W. Bush’s face gets swept over with real love and wonder, and some spry sense of flirtation with his own untapped genius, whenever he talks about painting.
There is nothing more ironic, stupefying, hilarious, unjust, poetic, infuriating…
I keep thinking of the scene where Hamlet is about to murder his stepfather, but finds him praying.
you can of course keep shaking the box
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Parede Azul [Blue Wall], 1998 by Lia Mascarenha Menna Barreto
if only…](http://24.media.tumblr.com/c07d49a0ff951bf388f67b4f0070c19b/tumblr_mlyz78QFtP1qadx22o1_r2_500.jpg)
Parede Azul [Blue Wall], 1998 by Lia Mascarenha Menna Barreto
if only…
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Tuesday:
Nothing. Existed.
Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre (via mirroir)
reading this made my sophomore year of high school SO uncomfortably confusing.
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I definitely don’t have the poster for this movie hanging up in my closet..
!!!
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SO in sum..
Both our self and our mind are social products. We cannot think without symbols. Society gave us symbols.We make a symbol out of everything. Language is also a product of society, but it allows us to know there are symbols. Which allows me to know I have a mind… Just because I have a word for it? HOW DO WE KNOW WE EVEN HAVE LANGUAGE..MAYBE THERES SO MUCH FUCKIN MORE THAT WE DONT HAVE A WORD FOR. THATS WHAT I FUCKING WANT. WHAT WE DONT HAVE A WORD OR SYMBOL FOR, THE UNKNOWN UNKNOWN. GODFUCK.
luv u
Loony, loony, loony, loony, loony!
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Edvard Munch, By the Deathbed (Fever) I, 1915
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fuck us gently with a chainsaw, sparkle.
cause at least a chainsaw wouldn’t have gotten us where we are today..
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Hey don’t ya wanna go down?
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
a million miles, a million miles
i had another dream you died last night and i woke up laughing.
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birthday boy, this is what we need on our party city trips.
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Enid by Jessicka Addams
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