June 2010
wooooohooooooo!
I WANT THIS
i’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor Love is all, all my soul You’re my playground love Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains, time’s no matter, I’m on fire On the playground, love. You’re the piece of gold the flashes on my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You’re my playground love. Anytime, anywhere, You’re my...
Sure, I talk to other guys but I don’t talk to them like the way I talk to you. Sure, those other guys can make me smile, but not make me smile as much you do. Sure, they can make me laugh but not make me the laugh like the way you do. Yeah, theres a lot of other guys out there, but listen, none of them can compare to you. Those other guys can holla and whatever, but my eyes and heart are set on...
graffiti isn’t meant to last forever. i’d prefer someone draw a moustache and glasses on one of my pieces than encase it in perspex. i’ve always been uncomfortable with the way galleries put things on a pedestal. i think art should be a two-way conversation, not a lecture from behind glass.
- Banksy
“I’m a lover and a fighter. I get angry easily, but I’m working on it. I sleep...”
– (via eletheowl)
All of us have a secret. One of us is a hero. One of us is a fraud. One of us is a junkie. One of us is a cop. One of us is a saint. One of us is a sinner. One of us is a martyr. One of us is a murderer. All of us are guilty. All of us are lost.
Most people don’t know who they are, that’s why they lie. They’re afraid someone else will figure it out before they do.
You know it’s been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it’s usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you’ve realized how wrong you’ve been that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it.
well basically they do not teach how to live life or what to expect
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft)...
yes thats right
