that point where you just want to get the fuck out and start all over.
Dying your hair, getting tattoos, getting piercings. Drinking, kissing girls for attention. Worrying about your weight, wearing too much makeup. One day you wake up and realize you’re getting too young to worry about looking older. Who cares if I can’t get into bars? Who cares if I gained fifteen lbs? I don’t. And I sure as hell don’t care if the quarter back from my high school thought I was cute or not. Fuck it, none of this shit ever matters. Nothing matters except the knowledge you gained along the way. Forget the outward appearance, you’ll be judged for the rest of your life, but don’t spend the rest of your life worrying about it.
Not being good at it makes you so
right
Some men are only as strong as the words they write
but in the back of my mind you feel so weak
wrong concealed by the right kind of speech
I’ve loved you as long as forever has been around
around, and around around ever has had less understanding
but only because you’ve had less to mend.
Not a single person here is worth my time.
This is Marc Quinn’s most famous piece of work, Self, made using 4.5 litres of his own blood, which was slowly extracted from his body over a period of five months and frozen in a cast of his face. Quinn has been making these roughly every five years since 1991, and each one must be maintained carefully in fridges. The fragility of the media means exhibiting is difficult - the head has to be placed into a glass case which is chilled from underneath. It reminds the audience of the fragility of existence and the precise conditions necessary for the flourishing of life
(via vodkka)
And I know that you’re all shook up
From a terrible relationship
He broke your heart
Yeah, he tore you in to pieces
But I promise you dear
I’ll never touch you like he did
