May 2011
postcardpoet asked: I'm not really sure what I'm being thanked for, but you are very welcome. :)
littlebitsoficexo:
someone should just set me up with a beautiful boy who likes to smoke a lot of weed and stuff ok? ok.
“Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into...”
– James Wright, “A Blessing” (via girlwithoutwings)
“Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks.”
– Simonides (via artpropelled)
oh tumblr, i think you make my insomnia worse.
but i love you anyways.
creepin all night.
im sorry but you look like a fish.
: INTERVIEW: RETNA TALKS MOCA, GRAFITTI & FASHION... →
yeayeayeayea:
by Fabiola Beracasa on April 18, 2011 – 2:33 PM “While in LA for ELLE’s Women in Music party, I took a minute to catch up with Retna, the breakout LA street artist who’s among the lucky few chosen by Jeffrey Deitch for MOCA’s Art in the Streets show. Retna, aka Marquis Lewis, has a heart…
so the last couple days were absolutely amazing.<3.
no other words can describe the images that plague my mind
From the street a man will ring you a song of solace-retna
What do tigers dream of?
Diamonds deserve diamonds
I want a lion.
You are what you eat. Some guys are girls
slow swift burning always never she repeated on the tv screen reminds me of the first summer nights we shared together looking to the past the future our present always never im second your mistress the other woman to your drugs best friends a lasting love ill always have you always never your never really mine all those nights when our passion was an explosion you could hear us moaning from the...
you called me yesterday then i ran into your grandparents and brother today i have a new man but your memories keeping me up alll night ill never stop loving you dear even though it hurts itt hurts im here listening to that frou frou cover the one you used to always play as we danced infront of your tv screen cigarettes and bottles swinging in our hands as you twirled me around it...
you called me yesterday then i ran into your grandparents and brother today i have a new man but your memories keeping me up alll night ill never stop loving you dear even though it hurts itt hurts im here listening to that frou frou cover the one you used to always play as we danced infront of your tv screen cigarettes and bottles swinging in our hands as you twirled me around it...
i used to sit alone in restaurants waiting book in hand
shifting eyes pretending not to watch the door doing my best not to gaze at every person walking in disappointment in my heart sipping coffee
another wasted day
I’ll hear your drunken apologies later forgive forgive forgive i let this happen so many times before
how could i expect more
waiting is ruined lateness irritates me it taints the...
