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fuck lookbook
When you start posting pictures of normal men and women (not abnormally skinny or adolescent-looking) wearing normal clothes (shit that normal people buy at wal-mart because it is new and affordable) then I’ll start reading.
I’m sorry, I’m just fed up with this this constant inundation of what is “new” and “cutting-edge.” Because frankly, it’s not new and shit my mom wore in the 70s is not cutting edge.
I WANT AN HONEST REPRESENTATION OF THE AMERICAN POPULACE.
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A little nervous
First holiday season sans meds is quickly approaching. I didn’t ever think I’d be one of those Americans, but right about now I’m definitely missing the way things didn’t feel. I never felt dead, or like a part of me was gone, I just didn’t feel a use for it anymore since everything was more or less tolerable. It’s just problematic because I don’t want to start up again just to deal with seasonal affective disorder. Weaning yourself off that shit is a pain.
I wish there was just a place where everyone who didn’t want to deal with this time of year could all crawl into a giant hole together and sleep until late March.
“This chair is a compromise between an object of everyday use and art installation. Chair that is comfortable to sit on and which can be exposed as a sculpture in an inspiring space. The combination of colors and materials (wood, plastic,metal…) makes it a product in the concept store and a piece in the art gallery. Name, aCHAIR, comes from its spiral shape, which looks like a small letter “a”. It symbolizes an author’s wish to mark his first steps in a new, creative adventure of design.”
Sometimes, life is sad.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve tried to make a big, beautiful cake for everyone to have and share and enjoy but no one notices and if they do notice, they don’t think about how much effort went into that cake. They also don’t see that it is mostly all for them.
Metaphorically speaking, I hope I don’t just have to eat this cake alone.
