desserts-n-sweets:

nedahoyin:

dynastylnoire:

maquinasdefax:

Gumdrops, chocolates, cookies, ice cream and stuff.

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Body weak….

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asylum-art:

Pejac: New Street Pieces - Paris, France

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Pejac recently spent some time in Paris, France where he worked his way through a couple of new street pieces including the above piece which is entitled “Ants”.
With his minimalist but clear style, he painted 2 silhouettes of kids being cruel with magnifying glass on what looks like colony of ants. But, instead of burning ants which is always an interesting game to play, these kids are burning little humans. The artist used the texture of raw concrete wall, and painted these little men to look as a realistic colony of ants. Juxtaposed with flat silhouettes of children, the tiny creatures shown with their shadows and in perspective, look very fragile and harmless. The Spanish artist also painted two extra pieces including a surrealistic and amazing door.
Check out more photos of the new pieces after the jump and come back soon for more mural updates from Pejac. This piece can be seen in person @ Avenue de 8 Mai 1945, Vitry-sur-Seine, Paris.

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metalhead-problems:

This happened last night. i swear the guy was like 6’6.

metalhead-problems:

This happened last night. i swear the guy was like 6’6.


Full of Hell

Full of Hell

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killdatmuthafckr:

Black Cobra - “Beyond” (Invernal, 2011)

The majority of this song sounds like if High On Fire was on the the train from Broken Arrow (lets pretend that was a pretty good movie).

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outof-workaholic:

I wake up kicking air to save me from my sleep, From boredom, From decay.

outof-workaholic:

I wake up kicking air to save me from my sleep,
From boredom,
From decay.

asker

Anonymous asked: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

samuelarchitects:

Sick photo from Reading by @getdeluxe

samuelarchitects:

Sick photo from Reading by @getdeluxe

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