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likeafieldmouse:

Richard Serra (1968-85)

1. Klein’s Wall 

2. Left Corner Horizontal

3. Do It 

4. Tilted Arc

5. Terminal 

6. Porten i Slugten 

7. Shift

8. Balanced 

9. Door

10. House of Cards 

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A bad trip? This whole country, this whole world is on a bad trip, friend, but they’ll arrest you for swallowing a tablet.
Charles Bukowski 
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It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
John Green, Paper Towns
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Banksy.

Banksy.

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ahmetselcukpektas:

Haunting Black and White Portraits of Homeless People by Lee Jeffries

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If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.
Albert Camus
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collectivehistory:

People walking on the chairs at the Maisons-Laffitte racecourse to escape the river Seine flood. Paris. 1924. 

collectivehistory:

People walking on the chairs at the Maisons-Laffitte racecourse to escape the river Seine flood. Paris. 1924. 

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“I began to focus on being more in here than out there” Erykah Badu

Ten-or-so years ago, Badu visited Cuba to get a Santeria reading, clad in “this white head wrap and this white long dress and all of my jewelry, because it was part of me. It was who I was.” She waited alongside a man with dirty nails, smoking a cigarette and swigging beer.

Badu continued:

I finally went in for my reading and there was this beautiful older woman who had on a yellow long dress and short haircut. She was very pretty. She started walking around me and speaking to me in Spanish. I assumed she was the priest who was going to give me my reading.

When the guy with the beard and dirty nails came in, I told the interpreter, “I kind of wanted it to be private.” She goes, “Oh no, he’s the Priest.”

I never wore the head wrap again. I realized it wasn’t necessary anymore, because after all that man was from a long line of healers and he didn’t have to look like one. He was born with it. No matter what he did or what he said, no one could take that away from him. That’s when I was freed and began to evolve. I began to focus on being more in here than out there.

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