die young, stay pretty

guitar onanist, vegetarian/vegan, tattooed one.


“My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.”

—   Unknown (via bittersweetn0things)

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Today I drank 6 cups of coffee
smoked 11 cigarettes
wrote 5 poems
and alltogether
spoke 4 words

I don’t know what happiness is
but I’m pretty sure this isn’t
anything close.

—   sad days, alone. (via nicolafuentes)

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How the hell are they even comfortable

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The paintings of Italian artist, Nicola Samori, are full of sensuous energy. The thirty-five year old’s style is derived from the classical paintings of early renaissance masters. With the highest degree of precession, his figures emerge from the darkness of pictorial space into the light with dramatic realism.

Samori’s methodology is one that intertwines both violence and romance, which make his paintings all the more painful: He distorts them, smears them with his hand, disfigures hem with the palette knife, paints them over, or like a torturer removes the half-dry skin of the uppermost layer of paint with a scalpel. Yet, through this destructive deconstruction, his compositions have an eery sense of beauty and elegance.

(via coolstoryfuckface)

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