Supervision is what I need
Some consistence, tangibility
Some casual light days
Part of the furniture
I want to take you for granted
And see you regular
..’cause if you lived here you’d be home now.
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(Source: phillipckim)
"Beyoncé isn’t Beyoncé because she reads comments on the Internet. Beyoncé is in Ibiza, wearing a stomach necklace, walking hand in hand with her hot boyfriend. She’s going on the yacht and having a mimosa. She’s not reading shitty comments about herself on the Internet, and we shouldn’t either. I just think, ‘Would Beyoncé be reading this?’ No, she would just delete it or somebody would delete it for her. What I really need to do is close the computer and then talk back to that voice and say, Fuck you. I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m Beyoncé. I’m going to Ibiza with Jay-Z now, fuck off. Being criticized is part of the job, but seeking it out isn’t. That’s our piece to let go."
Kathleen Hanna, interviewed by Melissa Febos in BOMBLOG
(Source: dandyprof, via spiritguide)
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saw this coming.
can i just say, i really really love how they did it in the pauly d style?
not too long ago i had a dream i was dating pauly d and yeah it was really weird but a little awesome.
YEEAAAH BUDDY
(17 plays)i can’t tell you what it really is,
i can only tell you what it feels like.
and right now it’s a steel knife in my windpipe.
i can’t breathe but i still fight while i can fight.
being skeletal every day, no complaints ¯\(ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ)/¯
i just want someone to want me all to themselves
welcome to night blogging, where the posts are shit and the notes don’t matter
(via amigara)
this photo book brings me such joy. i’m truly attached to it. it contains pure innocence and beauty. there’s about 130 pages of one smirking, sleepy, adventurous and true to life girl. nothing forced or boring. it doesn’t feel like just pictures of some girl and there’s no “esoteric” titles to sway your feelings. i feel in love with her. it’s like whoever took these photos really was in love. i love you like a child, like my first pet, like i could hold you up and show you everything. you are everything good.
come on. photographers are forever telling themselves and trying to tell others that they are making something special with some girl but no. they fail.
this is special.
maybe love is the key. probably not.
there’s not a formula for art.
you think that just because you have some agency standard blonde on a bed and you title the picture, “dressing your corpse in a low cut dress” its art? you can’t even call this good. redundancy is obviously boring and a big, big mistake. trying to please others by one method or another… or several is BAD and it shows through your work. i could go on and on.
i see some people unabashedly play copy cat and follow the successes of someone who has already achieved it. how embarrassing.
not everyone can be an artist because some people are just artless. they just have bad taste.
i can respect people who plateau but eventually let their feelings show and eventually improve on their skills. fine.
its not frustrating that so many don’t get better.its just infuriating that they are in it for the wrong reasons and that they don’t have the good sense to stop.
like please fucking spare me.
i don’t know if i should really reblog this but i’m a big fan of this post. i can’t exactly say anything at all about myself & my photos, i know; but i want go exactly where that photo, that first paragraph, goes.
