1. 22:05 20th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from fetuse

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Yoshitomo Nara. MOT Collection


    Yoshitomo Nara. MOT Collection

  2. 17:10 18th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from curiousshecat


    There is a precious sense of liberation in being irrelevant and anonymous.

  4. 01:02 16th Apr 2014

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  5. 17:25 13th Apr 2014

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  6. 12:24 9th Apr 2014

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  7. 02:28 6th Apr 2014

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    Out of body experience where I’m standing behind myself, he’s bending over a toilet and I’m holding his hair first clenched like a makeshift hairband while I throw up.

  8. 14:54 2nd Apr 2014

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    in my dream this morning someone at a party gave me a tobacco pouch but half of it was full of smoked salmon. I kept picking off the little strands of tobacco and just gorging myself on it in the corner. I ate so much salmon they took me to the hospital for some sort or poisoning

  9. 16:26 28th Mar 2014

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    何云昌 - He YunchangOne Meter Democracy (2010)

    何云昌 - He Yunchang
    One Meter Democracy (2010)

  10. 23:43 23rd Mar 2014

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    i got so pumped watching this video i was cheering and laughing but also i love it

  11. 01:36 19th Mar 2014

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    Sitting no lying on my back on the couch in the house I lived for 11 years and I was 13 at the time and I put my hands under my thighs, lifted my legs and tried no pretended to walk on the ceiling and that was the only thing I wished for at that age

  12. 12:48 26th Feb 2014

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    bugs that been had on me

  13. 22:03 23rd Feb 2014

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    Reblogged from skatebee


    Each day is a data point on a some-dimensional axis. The day-to-day granularity is much more tangible closer to our temporal perspective of the present. As time goes on and they move further away, the data flattens into a lesser-dimensional curve, which is how we see the past. We see ourselves improve at a craft over time from empirical records of creative outputs. We tokenistically make fun of our prior selves in a spectacle of pride for who we’ve become.

    Our past becomes a diagram of hills and valleys among arid ruts—a veritable geography to which we are nomads, perpetually moving away.

    We can only ever work out what the axes are if we see difference; either minute difference in the present, or broad difference over our history. Most of the time we know which way is up, but it’s easy to get disorientated. Sometimes what we think is up is really only sideways.

    At our worst, we make assumptions on localised data like a climate change denier. Considering one good day in a period of depression is tantamount to Donald Trump cracking wise about cold weather.

    At our best, we recognize changes on the macroscopic. I’m sorry for small things I did yesterday. I’m sorry for big things I did long in the past. It’s more difficult to be sorry for things inbetween.

    It’s impossible to have a social presence that doesn’t permanentize the tangent of the instant, if not the value. We all perform social calculus.