conversations

me: u wanna see his wife?
mom: yup, show her
me (opening up a profile on social network): so, here she is.
mom: oh, she is soo beautiful
me: yup, no wonder, she used to be a model
mom: well, i see now why he would break up with you: different kind of modelling it must be, not like yours, i imagine, girls that are being married are not into porn and showing off their breasts in public (sneering contemptively).
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the moral of the story: be who you are, no matter what. show breasts wherever u want, make love in public places, and stay the hell away from boys who are sacrificing freedom of thought to some nice pretty damn face and home made cookies for dinner, who are giving up lust for life and sex 5 times a day to endless boredom and family quarrels over new oven in the evenings. be yourself, no matter what they say.

weird moment when you get this 

weird moment when you get this 

(via acidminx)

Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)

Dedicated to my ex. 

[Gotye:]
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

I love art, so I’ve decided to take a chance and share the sketches I’ve just received from one of my facebook friends, who turned to be an artist. I do enjoy his works and I’m sure you’ll love them as well. I sincerely think that he shall not hide his works from the public and I encourage him to make his own blog, and later an exhibition, where he could show what he makes to others. No one can hide the beauty he does from the outer world, so if you draw, paint, sing, write, please, share what you do with us, because it’s an art that makes others live, and breathe, and fall in love!

The name of the artist is Pierre Quedir

"Nancy: I’ll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn’t have bruises."

— Sid and Nancy (1986)

"Ask ten adults to define a slut and you’ll hear things like: a woman who has sex with lots of men; a women who sleeps around; a woman who has casual sex; a woman who flaunts her body. They’ll probably also use words like loose, easy, trashy, cheap and desperate. Someone might say: a woman who has the sexual appetites of a man. No one will say: a mythical creature dreamt up by people who are jealous of or threatened by female sexual expression."

— Emily Maguire- Princesses & Pornstars  (via kingslayer-)

(Source: missrockmeup, via kingslayer-)