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that3gyptian:

yaras-cupoftea:

policymic:

Lax anti-graffiti laws in Greece have led to stunning street art

Graffiti is an ancient Greco-Roman art form, dating back to the days when people carved marble messages of anything from political protest to hilarious butt jokes. Now a modern iteration has taken over Greece, where a flourishing international community of graffiti artists has transformed the urban landscape.

Not only does Greece have lax anti-graffiti laws, there’s also a big demand for commissioned work. Some of the artists are even graduates of Greece’s top fine-arts schools and are utilizing their classical background in new, innovative ways.

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I love graffiti

v-rb

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The Velvet Underground, Big Eye of Nico, April 1, 1966

The Velvet Underground, Big Eye of Nico, April 1, 1966

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kulturedkrap:

TANK GIRL

She’s the Post-Apocalyptic PIN UP with a bad-a$$ attitude. She does what she wants, where she wants, who she wants, and takes what she wants and doesn’t apologize to anybody. She has had crap happen to her and never let’s it stop her from being who she is, smart mouthed and sassy, geeky and trashy. G-d I F*n love this grrl!

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firecats:

Cry To Me | Solomon Burke

Everyone just take a lil’ second out of their day to jam and think about Patrick Swayze’s butt

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I aim to be
lionhearted,
but my
hands still
shake
and my voice
isn’t quite
loud
enough.

—Michelle K., Earning Your Roar.  (via mirroir)

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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

1. Don’t ever tell anyone they look tired.
2. Help people, and if you offer to help someone, follow though.
3. Be kind to people who work in retail and food service.
4. Let someone know you’re not interested.
5. Actually “hang out sometime.”
6. Be a little more honest.
7. Stop calling each other mean names on the internet.
8. Send more letters (not emails) and gifts.
9. Give more genuine complements.
10. Have more patience while waiting in lines.