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torn cloth arranged by Marie Lieb on the floor of her room in a psychiatric hospital
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I fell in love with your sailor mouth and your wounded eyes.
Tom Waits (via girlinlondon)
this reminds me of when malcolm cooper wrote a song called “tired eyes” about me.
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Sometimes I come to hate people because they can’t see where I am. I’ve gone empty, completely empty and all they see is the visual form: my arms and legs, my face, my height and posture, the sounds that come from my throat. But I’m fucking empty. The person I was just one year ago no longer exists, drifts spinning slowly into the ether somewhere way back there.
Lingual differences.
Us Germans are god damn awesome and don’t you dare forget it.
The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the ocean.
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Ted Lawson ”Mortality is a Myth” (Cast Resin, Silicone and MDF – 2012)
NYC based sculptor Ted Lawson creates figurative works based on the female form in a variety of materials. With titles such as ‘Entropy’ to describe a pair of stunningly sensual busts carved from wood, the artist also culls inspiration from science and abstract shapes. He is currently showing at NYC’s Emmanuel Fremin Gallery through May 19th. View more images of the work below.
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