mine, back off.
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Making skulls. The hard way. #saved_tattoo (Taken with instagram)
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I’m not sure why I like documenting the times when I am deepest down the homework hole… but! Here we go again.
She my girlfrainn, you jealous bro?
“Smoke resolved into its component droplets of wax, with zones of refraction making rainbows on the upper edge.Took me about 25 tries to get everything right.”
Ben Grasso (b.1979, USA) - Whatever Was Left of It. Oil on Canvas, 108x72” (2007)
[Ben Grasso on ARTchipel | artist found at nattonelli & reginasworld]
Life doesn’t slow down after you die. No one misses you when you are gone. No one remembers what you sounded like or how you tasted. No one remembers how you used to laugh, or why you thought the way you did about yourself. No one wants to dissect the history behind the evolution of you as an individual. No one remembers because no one cares.
I as a human understand that no one will care about me the way I care about me. I wish I could change the history that brought humans to care first about themselves. Imagine caring about any one person more than you care about yourself. That’s similar to a color you’ve never seen before because you care about yourself on levels you don’t know.
I was an arrogant fuck for thinking I cared about anyone more than myself. If my love was a pie chart, the love for my self would have been over 80% leaving the other 20% to every person on Earth I cared for.
And I will never be able to shake that, you can tell because this was all written about myself. The only person that seems to matter in my tiny little world.
The sun sets over the water lily field in the Main Ring of Fermi Lab on Saturday, Aug. 27.
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Eyes of blue between me and you.
Hands of perfection perfect for affection.
Heart inside of your chest, best place to rest.