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conchaleejones:

viasquaredd:

"I’m closing this anytime soon."

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~ I Will Never Love You More - Soko
oldtimefriend: (by Ryan McGinley)

oldtimefriend: (by Ryan McGinley)

(Source: anneyhall)


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bornconfused:

miguee-e

Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, New York City, USA, 1962, Diane Arbus.

“I’m the kid in the pic.
She was right that I did seek the tough kids in the park. I’m not sure why—there was no physical threat to me, per se; I was just sickly, asthmatic, lonely, fearful of harm, and sought the confraternity of strength against the weakness I felt inside me. In this way she saw me true.At seven, I weren’t no angel. I could be cruel, lash out, victimize: fear made me feel weak, a feeling I detested for shame and contested to my detriment. She likely recognized this conflict in me as her own and with this pic unconsciously captured both the shallow-boiling anger and malice within me as well as a kindred, violent alienation within herself. I was her mirror. In this way the clenched fist and silly grenade express what ailed her, me and many temporal beings who comprise the world: wounded love taking refuge in pride.”

Colin Wood, the kid in the pic.

bornconfused:

miguee-e

Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, New York City, USA, 1962, Diane Arbus.

“I’m the kid in the pic.

She was right that I did seek the tough kids in the park. I’m not sure why—there was no physical threat to me, per se; I was just sickly, asthmatic, lonely, fearful of harm, and sought the confraternity of strength against the weakness I felt inside me. In this way she saw me true.

At seven, I weren’t no angel. I could be cruel, lash out, victimize: fear made me feel weak, a feeling I detested for shame and contested to my detriment. She likely recognized this conflict in me as her own and with this pic unconsciously captured both the shallow-boiling anger and malice within me as well as a kindred, violent alienation within herself. I was her mirror. In this way the clenched fist and silly grenade express what ailed her, me and many temporal beings who comprise the world: wounded love taking refuge in pride.

Colin Wood, the kid in the pic.

(Source: lecollecteur)


Reblogged from lotus-eyes
fuckyeahpsychedelics:

30 Years

fuckyeahpsychedelics:

30 Years


Reblogged from fuckyeahpsychedelics